Black ink line drawing of a figure seen from behind, with antlers rising through wavy hair inside an oval hatched frame, above the words Sugar we're goin down.

Antlered figure with lyric lettering

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A pen drawing of a figure seen from behind, with long wavy hair and two antlers emerging from the head. The hair is shaded with dense, flowing hatched lines, while the shoulders and the antlers use simpler outlines. The figure sits inside an oval border with diagonal hatching, and the words Sugar we're goin down are written in hand-lettered capitals beneath it on a white background.

Antler Hair Figure Oval frame Lettering Lyric

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down by the stove, you, and mind the tin cup, it's older than your granddad. I'll tell it the way Ada Pruett told it to me on the Mojave Road, north of Baker, the summer her tyre blew and the bar at the junction was shut.

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She drove a Ford with no radio and a dead man's coat folded on the back seat. The coat had been her brother's. He had gone out to the salt flats to find the stag that once stood in their mother's kitchen, the one whose antlers they hung their hats on. Ada saw it in the dust at dusk, tall as a telegraph pole, and it turned its head and looked at her the way a bank manager looks at a bad cheque.

She followed it three days. Her hair ran wild in the wind and the antlers grew out of her own temples, branching like dead mesquite, because that's what stubbornness does to a woman on a long road. Every mile the desert gave less and asked more. Past the cattle grid the radio came on by itself and played one song, a woman singing that they were all heading down together, and that was the only comfort on offer.

Then the stag stepped into the headlights and lay down in the road like it had been waiting. Ada got out. There was no brother, only the coat on the bonnet and a note in her mother's hand saying the road was hers now. She drove home the long way round, and she never once looked in the mirror to see whether the stag was still lying there, shining in the dark.