"Harry, remember what I've told you: a gentleman never runs from a challenge! And you, my boy, shall become a gentleman if it takes me the rest of my life!" Stewart replied hautily, sticking his nose in the air.

And so, the party headed south, following the now-thin line of smoke that had been a billowing plume just hours ago. After passing the last few buildings in town (a dilapidated old house painted with ugly yellow paint, broken, boarded-up windows, and no visible door and an old gold trading outpost with a sign that read "Gold for your gold!"--nobody ever really knew what to make of that sign), they could see that the crash was about 2 miles away thanks to the utter flatness of the desert.

Cacti dotted the path to the wreckage, and a few mangy coyotes and vultures could be seen wandering around aimlessly. As they walked, one of the cacti started moving its "[url=http://amazing-seeds.com/images/saguaro%20cactus.jpg]arms[/url]", uprooted itself and started running toward the group at an alarming pace!