Several times, Slocum thought it was more fitting to say they rode like a wind being pushed in front of a storm with an even bigger wind behind it. The ground they covered was familiar at first, but Sanchez quickly veered off onto a trail that Slocum had never seen before. It seemed to be broken in several places, but when any other rider might have turned back to look for a safer route, Sanchez pressed on. Just when it seemed the horses would collapse from lack of water, Sanchez brought them to a stop near a watering hole that was so small it could have gone unnoticed by anyone who didn’t already know it was there. They let the horses drink, refilled their canteens, and pressed on. Sunlight baked the desert without the slightest bit of pity or remorse for those who rode beneath it. As the evening approached, Slocum felt the air grow cooler and somewhat more bearable. When the skies became filled with orange and purple hues, the wind soothed his sweating face instead of raking it with hot iron claws.
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