Ilene shrugged. “Knock yourself out. Just
don’t do it too literally, not while you’re driving, at least.”
The fury of the storm engulfed them totally
moments later, or would have, if Michael hadn’t been holding it
back a few feet from the car on either side and a bit more in
front. It made for eerie traveling, with the wind roaring and dust
swirling so close around them. An occasional gust leaked past his
barrier and scraped sand across the car’s surface. It grated on the
paint and her nerves. Michael flipped on the headlights since the
storm blocked most of the sunlight.
“I’ll hold it back,” he offered. “Can you get
a feel for what’s coming up?”
“Do my best, but…”
She didn’t have Superman-type X-ray vision.
By pushing a mental path through some of the dust, she could get a
