"very short story", 4th edition: the Wild West?

Question

Please write a short western-style story involving "lonely / alone", "cigarette", "hot noon" (you can make it "high" too - kind regards to Gary Cooper) and, somehow unavoidable given the context, "whiskey-smelling breath".
Not necessarily more than (approx) 7-8-9 lines in the compose box.
Please, don't just build up a sentence / some sentences with those expressions, try to make it coherent, in the form of a story (or a fragment of a story). The best one will be the most melancholical or funny one. You can even make it western-style in a SF context - you can do lots of things, so let it flow.
(sigh - if I could only answer my own questions...)

Answer 1

The hot, noon sun was high in the sky by the time she woke. The man still sleeping next to her snored with whiskey-smelling breath. She tried but couldn't remember his name. Getting up she looked out the window at the dried-up dusty farmland. Sighing, she lit a cigarette, trying to remember the last time she felt so alone....

Answer 2

large question Blu. some years in the past I went to a place called Buzzard Mine, someplace in Arizona and It became very interesting. it rather is a lot out interior the desolate tract, from Mesa/Phoenix section. i've got faith north west. there have been actual buzzards seen resting on posts as you commute into the previous mining city. city became just about because it became, in shape it rather is, because it became over the previous days of the gold rush. The roads have been perplexing to stroll on even in my tennis. The desolate tract airborne dirt and mud became everywhere. And city saloon motel is definitely no the place i might have wanted to stay. And all i ought to maintain saying became thank God i became born in 1955.