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Wind
drove
at
them
,
hammering
them
with
dirt
and
dust
,
a
solid
rain
.
’
Can
’
t
see
more
than
three
metres
in
any
direction
,
’
Lambert
muttered
.
’
Quit
griping
.
’
That
was
Kane
.
’
I
like
griping
.
’
’
Come
on
.
Quit
acting
like
a
couple
of
kids
.
This
isn
’
t
the
place
for
it
.
’
’
Wonderful
little
place
,
though
.
’
Lambert
wasn
’
t
intimidated
.
’
Totally
unspoiled
by
man
or
nature
.
Great
place
to
be
.
.
if
you
’
re
a
rock
.
’
’
I
said
,
that
’
s
enough
.
’
She
went
quiet
at
that
,
but
continued
to
complain
under
her
breath
.
Dallas
could
order
her
to
stop
talking
,
but
he
couldn
’
t
keep
her
from
grumbling
.
Abruptly
,
her
eyes
brought
information
that
momentarily
took
her
thoughts
away
from
their
steady
condemnation
of
this
place
.
Something
had
disappeared
from
the
screen
of
the
finder
.
’
What
’
s
wrong
?
’
Dallas
asked
.
