Many poets have written about the beautiful and romantic signs of the changing seasons. The falling leaves, the dazzling snow, the daffodils of spring. Well, in the territories there are far more grim signs of the seasons... The bloated body of cattle, drowned in the spring floods. Tongues, blackened by thirst in the summer drought. The howling of the twisters coming up from Texas... And the sign of the fall, well that's Pablo the gypsy, travelling around the Badlands, peddling his wares before the first snow fall arrives.