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Chapter 2: If We Postpone The Trip To Arizona Crater

I think I remember my jaws dropping in amazement. I almost smashed my face to the car window, just because I was trying to figure out what that moving thing was. It was moving slowly, but it was at quite a distance, and right now, it was unrecognizable.

I looked at James from the corner of my eye:

"What do you think it is?" I asked.

"Some kind of... Camel?" James shrugged.

My eyes returned its focus on the moving figure.

Strange.

As far as I know, me and James are practically in the middle of, like, nowhere.

And yet, something is here. And it moves as if it was completely relaxed, just taking a stroll in the park.

"Am I still dreaming?" I asked again.

"I'm not sure which of us is dreaming..."

"Hallucinations?"

"Again, I'm not sure."

"How can something even survive here?"

"Maybe it's dangerous." James' eyes widened at his own words.

I looked back at it as it strode through the sand. I took a deep breathe.

"Don't open the windows. Don't move a muscle." I said carefully.

James and I froze, and slowly we began descending from the windows, leaving only the top of our heads exposed, so we could keep an eye on the mysterious creature. Just to be safe.

It passed behind some cactus, and after a few long moments of light, quiet breathing, it was approaching a path near our own.

And finally, we gained a clearer view of it.

Hey, it was a horse after all. But there was more than just a horse.

"Is that... a cowboy?" James looked confused.

"That makes sense." I finally concluded.

He was still several meters away, and all I could make up was that he wore this very dark brown cowboy hat, and he was also wearing something that looked like black fur all over his upper body. And I'm pretty sure he was just wearing some ordinary brown cowboy pants.

"Do you think he has a gun?" James asked himself.

"Do you think he knows how to get to the Barringer Crater?" I asked myself.

James and I looked at each other, and we did nods of silent agreement.

"I'll roll down your window," he said as he pressed one from the many buttons beside him.

The hot air from the desert seeped in, hitting my face. And man, it was hot.

But I tried to bear the heat. I put my shades on, and wore on my usual smile.

I poked my head out through the window:

"Excuse me, Sir." I said loudly, but making sure that the tone of my voice was gentle.

At first, he didn't seem to notice me, but when I opened my mouth to call out for him again, he turned his head to me, and his horse walked lazily closer to our car.

"Hey, Good Afternoon" I smiled at him, "Do you happen to know where the 'Arizona Meteor Crater' is?"

His Cowboy hat was shading his face from the sunlight, and all I could see properly was the lower part of his face. He thought for a moment.