-Mainman-:
"There was no sand here; the desert was hardpan, and even the harsh winds that blew when dark came raised only an aggrivating harsh dust like scouring powder."
-Mainman-:
"The burned grass was crisscrossed in the now familiar ideographic pattern, and crumbled to gray senselessness before the gunslinger's prodding hand."
-Mainman-:
"The desert was the apotheosis of all deserts, huge, standing to the sky for what looked like eternity in all directions."