Beautiful and Guy are out picking at the remains of a coyote beaten into the asphalt. The gasoline tanks, power station and pornography store stand adjacent to cobalt mountains minuscule in comparison. Guy thought out loud what a fucked up world it can be, fragile and caught between the wild and progress. Beautiful talks of love, belief, Jesus stuff. Guy lashes out about the shallow language and heartless renderings of popular christian rock. Guy pleads for Bach and Messiaen. Beautiful maintains stance pointing out the natural gifts of a well endowed horse on a neighboring property. The futility of the moment is interrupted when the two men take each other’s hand and continue their nightly walk.