The only sound that broke the stillness was the sound of the horses' hooves as they struck the ground. Garth took off his hat and waved it in front of his face.

"How can you see like that?" asked Becky, motioning to the endlessly flat landscape before them. Sand reflected the unending glare of the sun.

"I read somewhere that you lose more body heat through your head than anywhere else," said Garth, fanning himself with the straw monstrosity.

"So you're choosing to be cool over being able to see?" Becky shielded her own eyes from the light.

"Buck here knows where to go," said Garth, patting the stallion on the neck.

Becky chuckled. "Maybe you should at least give him some sunglasses."