There had been a dust storm of some sort overnight, Red noticed when he rolled out from the station in the morning. It wasn't filth, just sand and loose dirt, but it made everything look terrible. Better to get it take care of early... No doubt it'd be asked of him before long, anyway. The roads were first, quickly sprayed until they were fine and black. Then storefronts gently rinsed, Stanley's statue blasted til it glistened...

As he finished, he could hear Reveille in the distance, interspersed with Hendrix.

Then Red relaxed-- Everything was ready for a nice, new day.