Same outlaw. Different moment.
 
Skully Boone / Pt. II expands the story - pulling him out of isolation and placing him back into the landscape he belongs to. There’s movement here. A presence. The desert isn’t empty anymore… it’s watching.
 
Shotgun in hand, cigarette lit, Skully stands grounded but alert - like something just passed through or something’s about to. The skeletal horse lingers in the background, the moon hangs high, and the air feels thick with silence.
 
This piece leans slightly more narrative than the original - still minimal, still controlled - but with added depth and tension. It’s not loud, but it holds weight.
Drawn in bold black ink with intentional restraint, every line serves a purpose. Nothing extra. Nothing wasted.