The dry, desolate desert stretched out beyond him. Nothing but red-brown dirt for miles. no building or people, just the big blazing hot sun above. Everything was still, except for the occasional gust of warm wind that would rustle his hat and send a tumbleweed rolling slowly across the ground. The sun baked the ground so it had long cracks running through it. Sometimes a cactus would stand lonely on its own.
He wasn't old, but he did not look young. His hair was dirty and untidy, but he covered it with a broad brimmed black hat. His face was dirty from weeks in the desert. He was knarly and scarred, and his nose was crooked from being broken many times. He was a bounty hunter who worked with the Yuma county sheriff, Though it …show more content…
His horse, which he simply called horse because he thought that pretty well described him, was black with a big white patch on his forehead. As they rode, something changed. Not all was still, Lingo could see something moving in the distance. As he went further he identified the something as a someone. The man was walking slowly towards him. At the sight of Lingo the man started to hurry towards …show more content…
Lingo made Robert walk most of the way but let him take breaks. They rode towards where Robert thought he had been robbed, but he couldn't be sure, everything in the desert looked the same. Lingo found wagon tracks and hoof prints in the dirt. They followed the tracks until it got dark. They stopped at a place where two old shriveled trees created a bit of shelter. Lingo tied his horse to one of the trees. He broke off some branches then started a fire. They ate some jerky Lingo had in his pack. They sat on some old blankets Lingo had with him. As he drifted off to sleep, Lingo was glad he was no longer alone.
“GET UP!” Lingo yelled at Robert.The dust was moving closer every second. Lingo was struggling with the reigns of his horse. The horse was going mad at the sight of the incoming sandstorm. “Stop it horse i'm tryna help ya. Robert we gotta go.” Lingo put a bandana over his face and tossed robert another one. Robert got to his feet and Lingo put on his hat then the dust hit them.
Everything was invisible as they struggled through the storm. Lingo pulled his horse along behind him, it was pulling against him and thrashing uncontrollably but Lingo just continued to walk, and walk, and walk forward. Robert was struggling to keep up. The bandana was keeping the dust out of his mouth, but there was nothing to stop it from getting in his eyes. Lingo was used to this. He had spent most of his life in the
He wasn't old, but he did not look young. His hair was dirty and untidy, but he covered it with a broad brimmed black hat. His face was dirty from weeks in the desert. He was knarly and scarred, and his nose was crooked from being broken many times. He was a bounty hunter who worked with the Yuma county sheriff, Though it …show more content…
His horse, which he simply called horse because he thought that pretty well described him, was black with a big white patch on his forehead. As they rode, something changed. Not all was still, Lingo could see something moving in the distance. As he went further he identified the something as a someone. The man was walking slowly towards him. At the sight of Lingo the man started to hurry towards …show more content…
Lingo made Robert walk most of the way but let him take breaks. They rode towards where Robert thought he had been robbed, but he couldn't be sure, everything in the desert looked the same. Lingo found wagon tracks and hoof prints in the dirt. They followed the tracks until it got dark. They stopped at a place where two old shriveled trees created a bit of shelter. Lingo tied his horse to one of the trees. He broke off some branches then started a fire. They ate some jerky Lingo had in his pack. They sat on some old blankets Lingo had with him. As he drifted off to sleep, Lingo was glad he was no longer alone.
“GET UP!” Lingo yelled at Robert.The dust was moving closer every second. Lingo was struggling with the reigns of his horse. The horse was going mad at the sight of the incoming sandstorm. “Stop it horse i'm tryna help ya. Robert we gotta go.” Lingo put a bandana over his face and tossed robert another one. Robert got to his feet and Lingo put on his hat then the dust hit them.
Everything was invisible as they struggled through the storm. Lingo pulled his horse along behind him, it was pulling against him and thrashing uncontrollably but Lingo just continued to walk, and walk, and walk forward. Robert was struggling to keep up. The bandana was keeping the dust out of his mouth, but there was nothing to stop it from getting in his eyes. Lingo was used to this. He had spent most of his life in the