It was a duststorm and it was sweeping down on the wings of that gale.

Carley remembered that somewhere along this flat there was a log cabin which had before provided shelter for her and Flo when they were caught in a rainstorm.

It seemed unlikely that she had passed by this cabin.
Resolutely she faced the gale and knew she had a task to find that refuge.

If there had been a big rock or bushy cedar to offer shelter she would have welcomed it.

But there was nothing.