Eda wiped the sweat from her brow as the heat of the red sun beat down on her. Her horse, Goldie, reered in discomfort as the heat of the sandstone seared her worn hooves.
“Woah there, girl,” Eda said softly as she patted the horse gently. “Just a few miles left.”
She held her bandana over her mouth as wind and dust pushed against her like sandpaper. She had been sheltered from the wind by the ...