Desert pullout 33

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We pulled off the blacktop on a whim, dust plume rising in the rearview. The desert stretched silent and indifferent under a sky the color of worn denim, the only sound the ticking of our engine and the faint, dry rattle of a lizard on sun-scorched stone.