“We are not heading towards it but it’s coming towards us."
“What is it?" Asked uneasily Jack.
“It's ... a dust storm."
The American had already heard of the terrible storms of fine sand that rise in the Gobi Desert and go towards Chinese territory but also to the north, covering not only caravans and travelers but towns, cities and crops, ruining the respiratory health of the population, spoiling their crops, killing livestock and burying innumerable travelers who were on their way.
"Can we change course?" Dennis insisted.
“There is no way to escape, the storm is coming on us.” Batbayar answered.” We can only stay on course and try to cross it through."
“And pray." added Jack.
Indeed, what had once been a simple stripe on the horizon already acquired relief and thickness and was c
