Desert pullout 4

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Pulled off the main highway onto a gravel patch, just wide enough for my truck. The oven-hot air hit me first, then the silence—no birds, no wind, just the distant shimmer of heat waves on red rock. I kicked off my boots and sat on the tailgate, watching the sun bleed orange across a horizon that felt both endless and completely empty.