Bruse Tarl was a rancher. He’d cut his teeth in Zendikar but now lived in Thunder Junction, as he had for some time.

Time worked different in Thunder. From the moment you arrived the time you’d been there flowed backward and forward. Being there a day felt like two days – the day you arrived, and the day before it. After a month you could remember the month you’d been there, and you still knew to the day (if you kept track) when you’d arrived, but you also remembered being there a month earlier (or a month longer, depending), even as also you remembered where you’d been before.

This meant that you could build yourself a new ranch and in a year it would look two years old. Point of fact, it might look older. Time was funny that way. The portion of time that stretched behind you in Thunder Junction somehow seemed to reach longer than the time you were living, like shadows at dusk. A ranch you’d built a year ago might look two years old, or five years, or ten years, and the oldness it might look could change with the weather and the light.

And that was if you kept good track of things. Which Bruse Tarl didn’t bother with. He’d arrived in Thunder Junction and noticed the funny things with time there after just a few days, said “huh” and went back to building his ranch from the ground up. Once it was built he began to populate it with oxen he found in the hills. He was a rancher and that’s how it worked.