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Sand blasted into Peter's face as he entered camp. This was a sandstorm. He dismounted Scorpian and wrapped his bandanna around the horse's nostrils and mouth before, not breathing, ran into his tent and zipped it up. He could here the other bandits in their tents. Peter got his bottle of water and splashed it on his face. Using the remaining water, he drank it and got any sand in his mouth out. He wiped his face on his sleeve to get any more sand off. This was hell.
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After the sandstorm ended he crawled out of the tent. The watering hole was half it's size. He saw Richard, Melissa, and Charles digging up the food they had buried to save it from the sandstorm. Peter growled as he saw their cooking pot tipped over. He looked around and saw Charles's, Richard's, and Melissa's horses all had something covering their noses and mouths, though not all of them were bandannas. He looked around. Not too much damage. Just sand everywhere.