“It’ll clear, you know,” Christian said out of nowhere. “What will?” He slowed up and looked over at me. “The dust storm.” I stared at the chestnut hairs of Dottie’s mane. “What are you talking about?” “All the shit that gets stirred up and clouds your mind. Eventually it’ll settle. You’ll be able to breathe easier.” He looked ahead. “Doesn’t make it better in the moment. Dust storms happen. It’s okay to close your eyes and stumble through.”
