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Blazing sun. Gusty winds. Yellow sand. Dead silence all around. Not to mention people, even wild dogs have not seen one. Suddenly with the wind came a clanging, clanging clear copper bell, the sound is suddenly big and small, if not, with the wind drifting transmission. In a few moments, I saw a bean-sized black dot, slowly moving forward in the sand ditch. No! That's not a sandy gully, it's a rut, more properly called a road. Odd? Since it was a road...