Desert Wind

The desert smells of sandy palm trees mingled with juniper reminded him of home. He half expected to hear the buzz of humming birds or a more ominous snake rattle warning him to tread lightly, but no, in this heat the whistle of the wind through cacti or the bristly tumble weeds was the only sound he hoped for if only to bring a false sense of relief. Still, heat or no, he had work to do and reminiscing wouldn’t get the job done. He unzipped the long bag and carefully began to assemble the rifle.