The challenge word is Dust and here is a little prettiness for Newspaper Taxis. Happy Birthday, Hunny. xx
The darkness of the night flees as the sun rises, soft and warm in the cloudless blue sky. It casts rays of gold and bronze over the prostrate form sprawled on the barren desert floor.
He is tall, and his long, lithe limbs splay untidily around him where he has finally succumbed to exhaustion and fallen.
Yet even in his unconsciousness he still reaches with one bloodied hand toward the other hunter. It rests defensively, bringing comfort to them both, on the sleeper's steadily-rising chest as the arid dust gently seeks to blanket them from the ungratefully portentous world.
I hope you enjoyed it.