Robert Bennett

Desert Wilds

As the unchanging desert landscape rolled by, the wind blowing through Olimar’s hair did little to relieve him from the draining heat of the sun. Unlike the fully-furnished, well-shaded, two-story bus that their captors drove, the cramped wagon in which he and Joel were being towed had no roof over its cabin. He glanced around to see if they were anywhere close to the gang’s hideout and groaned when he found only mud and dust in all directions.