You whimper and beg for mercy

You cry and plead and beg and crawl on your belly. Motely does not have the heart to kill you. Instead he ties you up and takes you blind folded deep deep into the moaning desert. He tells you, at least now there is a chance you will survive. He shoots you full of something in your vein. It makes you vomit but feel wonderful, you relax into oblivion. When you wake up, Howe is long gone. The shifting sands have covered his tracks. He has left you a mostly empty canteen and a dented up old harmonica.