Dillinger heeled his horse on, and thought about the future.
He had food, a rifle, and Nova, her hands clasped around his waist, as they meandered down the beach.
Then he saw the Statue of Liberty, half buried in the sand. He dismounted, and beat his fist in the sand.
His anger alerted a group of mounted apes, the talking kind. They drew a bead on him, and.....