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Okay Last night she’d fallen apart Today was strategy Today she’d get her camera and film back It was hers, after all, not his

Already dressed in her thin cotton khaki slacks and white shirt, Tally left her tent in search of answers Like who the hell was in charge of Ouaha

Stalking out of her tent, she felt the intense desert sun pour over her, blinding her, scorching her al heat, a heat unlike anything she’d ever known, either, and she’d been in sole The Outback in January Marfa, Texas in July

“Lady!” An elderly Berber ht and stooped but heto the tent flap

Tally felt the corner of her o back inside the tent, sit and wait like a good little girl, wasn’t she?

The corner of her ood little girl anymore

The old Berber turned and ran, and Tally suspected he’d gone in search of Tair Good She wanted to see him

But as Tally passed one tent, she spotted on a chest outside another tent a leather case that looked suspiciously like her calanced around, no one was near by, everyone busy with tasks elsewhere and took several steps closer

It was her ca and it was partially unzipped She could see her camera tucked inside

Tally sucked in a breath The caet it back At the very least, she had to get the memory card out before the bandit destroyed any photos

Crouching down next to the chest, Tally pulled her ca, opened the card slot, popped the memory card out, closed the slot, dropped the ca and stood up to return to her tent

But suddenly the old Berber was in front of her, a long cotton gown draped over his arm

Tally didn’t knohat he was saying but once he unfurled the robe she kneanted her to cover up

“No, thank you,” she said, shaking her head “I’ back to my tent noay”

But he insisted and the more he insisted the faster Tally tried to walk, but he wouldn’t stop talking and he was drawing attention to them

Cheeks burning, Tally finally took the robe and tugged it over her head “Thank you,” she said stiffly “Now if I can just go back to my tent?”