He loved the desert, loved the stillness and the parched sky. Loved feeling the sun pushing down on the world like a hot hand.
It was so hot the entire universe seemed paralysed. At night cold stars blazed down with freezing light. The desert was the best place to come for solitude, for regaining lost perspective.
He paused digging, filled with intense satisfaction. Then he laughed, remembering how the spade had rung like a bell as it struck Kaltenbrunner’s hypercranial skull. The man had been completely astonished.
And he loved the sand’s loose, easy depths. Sand covered everything.