Center of MassChapter 19
It was now late in the year, so bad weather was to be expected. Running Fox said that we were approaching the season of sand storms, and they could be very bad on occasion. I didn't doubt him, but I wasn't anxious to have him proven correct, either. I was really getting into this wagon master state of mind, and I hated anything that interfered with our progress toward Yuma. The weather didn't seem to care that we were getting close to Tucson. We were hit with a major sandstorm a couple of...