In the late afternoon of the third day of our journeying we drove into a sandstorm.
They had come to destruction, off the Great Desert, fleeing before a sandstorm.
No sandstorm ever fills up the hollows, or carries away the ridges.
They were dry from age, having probably been uncovered by a sandstorm.
"Sandstorm" warned the Desert Rat, and spoke quickly to the mozo in Spanish.