things couldnât possibly get worse, they did.
At first, the breeze was refreshing. Hot but pleasant. It came in little gusts, blowing in the sheepâs faces and ruffling their fleeces. Quickly though, the gusts grew stronger and the pauses between each one shorter. Soon, tufts of spiky grass were being ripped up and bowled along the ground. The sun was blotted out and the sheep felt a hot breath on their fleeces.
âNoooâ¦â wailed Jaycey. âHeâscomingheâscomingheâscoming!â
The breath grew fiercer. The sheep drew closer together. Through half-closed eyes, they could just see Cameron and Phoenix stumbling against the suddenly savage wind.
âThe wind!â exclaimed Sal. âWe are where the hottest winds blow! The prophecy is confirmed!â
âGreat to know, manâ¦great to knowâ¦â murmured Links.
The hot breath became a howling, blistering gale, whipping up the sand so that their eyes, noses, and mouths were swiftly and completely clogged. The humans and then the entire world around the sheep disappeared in a gritty, stinging haze. The warriors had no choice. As one, they turned their backs to the sand storm and hunkered down as close to the ground as they could get.
Gradually, the storm eased. The wind dropped to a breeze again and finally that died away too. Five mounds of storm-driven sand began to move. Five pairs of yellow eyes peered out at the great balls of tumbleweed rolling by in the fading wind. Oxo broke free of his sand hill and snapped hungrily at one of the balls.
âI wouldnât bother, man.â Linksâs voice came from a neighboring mound. âTheyâs just organic barbed wire.â
âSo whatâs not to like?â asked Oxo, who was rather partial to barbed wire, as long as it was crisp and rusty.
But the tumbleweed proved just as tough and dry and tasteless as everything else heâd tried in the desert. He chewed his own fleece for a bit instead and blamed Red Tongue for everything, which made him feel better.
Having realized that the storm was over, the other warriors were shaking themselves free of the sand. One by one they stood up, coughing and sneezing. Then the sun reappeared, blazing down on them once more from the harsh blue sky. The silence was as thick as the dust on the warriorsâ fleeces. Too weary to speak, they spluttered and choked and plodded on. Theyâd only gone twenty paces west, however, when they heard a feeble cry behind them.
âHey, guys, wait for usâ¦â
Turning, they realized theyâd forgotten the humans.
Phoenix and Cameron struggled to their feet, wheezing and wiping sand from their faces. They swayed as they tried to follow the sheep. After a few stumbling paces, Cameron sank to the ground again and rolled on his back, staring at the sky. Phoenix knelt beside him, his own head spinning.
âSorry, Pheeâ¦â Cameronâs voice was a whisper. âWeâre gonna die and itâs all my faultâ¦â
Phoenix looked wildly, helplessly around. He knew Cameron was right. They needed water fast. They needed a miracle.
The sheep plodded back and clustered around, blinking. They all felt dizzy and weak. Dark shadows circling on the sand made Jaycey dizzier than ever.
âOhmygrassâ¦â she whimpered. âWhatâs that?â
Squinting upward, they saw two large, gliding birds with black feathers, bald heads, and curved beaks.
âVultures,â croaked Wills. âTheyâre waiting.â
âWhat for?â asked Oxo.
âFor us to die,â answered Wills.
11
Salâs Ear
Wills knew from the cowboy films heâd watched with Tod that vultures live on dead meat. It wasnât a nice thought. He glanced up again. They were still there, circling, watching.
Sal suddenly wobbled and lurched sideways.
âWhatâs up now?â croaked Oxo. âHave you had another mirage?â
âItâs
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