5Randy sped up in a jeep skidding to a stop in the sandy rubble dangerously near them and throwing a billowing dust cloud.
Chione jumped back and fell into a sand drift.
“Hey! What's with you, Randy?” Aaron asked as he offered to help her up.
Bebe beat the dust off her pant legs with her hat. “Randy!” she said. “Will you ever grow up?”
“Loose soil,” he said, shrugging and climbing out of the jeep.
Three noisy laborers rode in the back of the jeep. Like some of the other men, they wore turbans loosely bound with the ends drooping around their necks. The ends could be quickly wrapped around the face should the wind kick up. They also wore the common loose fitting gallibayas over trousers and lifted the skirts to throw themselves over the tailgate. Then they noticed her and stopped short
