The men were in a staggered line behind me. I turned to see white sun hats weaving in and out of the scrub. Everyone but Amy was making good time, since it was a town day. Amy appeared to have disappeared into the desert.
I could feel sweat soaked bandages slipping around on my raw feet, and had settled amongst some scrub to dry out my socks, and apply fresh dressings. Each rock and bush, within reach, and in the sun, had a sock or shoe laid out on it, as I attempted to keep them up out of the dirt while they dried.