Gray Dust. Pegasus, unmarked Dashite, and gun for hire. The kind of stallion that the Talons rely jobs they don't want to do, and the one that takes them from whoever can spare the caps, doing them with cold precision like many othes do.

The only difference? He has a pair of wings in a sea of hooves and horns. Something that usually calls unnecessary attention.

When he's tasked with retreiving a pony's keys as proof of success, he learns a moderately important lesson.

Third place winner in the Wasteland Writing Contest.