Previously: It was the sharp-eyed Flutters who saw them.
Riders—perhaps a hundred or more—riding past their outpost on the hill, “We have them passing us, Larry!”
Yatkowsky was barely able to see them and before he could say anything, Flutters took off into the storm, “I’ll tell the others!”
“How will you…” Yatkowsky started to ask but was interrupted by…
“Master will lead me to them!”
Larry could only sigh and hope…
Season 9—Chapter 3—Nevada—Episode 12—Chapter conclusion… Flutters was soon lost in the sandstorm and though he had throroughly memorized the map—he simply couldn’t see enough landmarks to determine where he was.
Desperate, he even consulted the “Master,” who, naturally, did not respond. To his credit he didn’t so much as consider giving-up and landing in a sheltered area, but pressed-on.
This was one of those “once-in-a-lifetime” sandstorms that are told of for decades (and, of course, embellished upon) and this one, by all later accounts was a humdinger of a storm, “Yup! Y’shouda been there…sand blowin’ s’thick y’needed a shovel an’ a pick-ax jest t’walk across th’ street—an’ even then it took yuh an hour t’do it, by cracky!”
There must have been near a hundred of them—crossing the open desert in the “humdinger of a storm,” and they were lost—at least until it subsided. It has been said: “The journey is as important as the destination.”
I’m pretty-certain, GENTLE READER, these fellas would not agree.
I KNOW I wouldn’t.
Yet they persisted, and you gotta give them credit for that—if for nothing else.
And you must give the much-maligned Flutters credit as well, as he continued with his task (and I hate to say it this way) doggedly.
On and on and on he flew—through the raging sandstorm…
To be Continued…