Dusty glanced at his watch.
It was dusty and so hot that on passing near water one longed to bathe.
It took her mind back to childhood memories of barefoot strolls down dusty lanes.
Dusty looked at his adopted sister again.
"You've got five seconds," Dusty said, unruffled.
A spinning wheel stood in one corner, partially covered by a dusty sheet, and beside it, a mahogany rocker with a cobbler seat.
Beginning at his dusty oxfords and indigo blue jeans, her scrutiny continued up to a neatly tucked in worn white cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up to mid arm.
Dusty looked around them, gaze settling on the only car on the streets that didn't belong to him and wasn't on blocks.
The sidewalks were wooden and the street was dusty and unpaved.
Dusty rose in response, peeling off his shirt.
I'm sorry, Dusty, but I had to do it and I can't tell you why.
"Darian," Dusty said with patience he didn't quite feel.
"Sofia," Dusty said in a tone he knew conveyed his displeasure.
Dusty had never heard of such a thing!
Following the battalion that marched along the dusty road came priests in their vestments--one little old man in a hood with attendants and singers.
As they watched, the figures in the dusty heat waves finally became recognizable as cavalry - even to the naked eye.
"Toni, send your Traveler to grab the driver in the Camaro down the street," Dusty said, returning his gaze to the charred building in front of him.
No, Dusty, Darian needs me.
Dusty relaxed and smoothed her hair back like he might a child's.
Dusty wasn't sure how Pierre ever made it through the Guardian basic training with his lip.
While he made a good match for Sofia, Dusty had never met any Guardian with such a loose interpretation of discipline.
At the very least, Dusty hoped Darian grew out of the terrible twos.
"Dusty, I'm-- " Darian started.
"Definitely," Dusty said with a trace of a smile.
Dusty resisted the urge to draw his hand cannon from the small of his back.
Bianca hugged him, and Dusty resisted the urge to pull her away and snap the vamp's neck.
His gaze went from Dusty to his sister.
Dusty felt the slow change in the air around him and tensed.
A man who has at length found something to do will not need to get a new suit to do it in; for him the old will do, that has lain dusty in the garret for an indeterminate period.
The room, dusty and untouched since the death of Joseph Bazdeev was now even gloomier.
The dusty captain surveyed the gathering with red rimed eyes that came to rest on the Frenchman.
They took their time, squatting on the dusty ground, letting minutes pass between bits of conversation.
Dusty rose to pull on his gym clothes.
Dusty surveyed the blackened ruins of the church in the grainy light of dawn.
"If there's nothing here linking this to otherworldly activity, we're done here," Dusty replied.
Dusty glanced at his long-time Miami Station Chief, the handsome Hispanic man who looked as severe as he was lighthearted.
Dusty smiled faintly as Toni walked towards the back of the church, whistling.
Dusty was quiet, surprised.
Dusty chuckled, glad for the distraction from his dark thoughts.
Don't bitch to me, Dusty said.
"Yeah. But Darian, she can't help you and be pregnant," Dusty said quietly.
"Dusty, I can't deal with this on my own," he said, gesturing to his head.
"Right now she could use some company," Dusty suggested.
"I would never hurt her, Dusty," Darian said and stood.
Take care of Sofi, Dusty ordered.
Once Damian came back, Dusty was going on his first vacation ever.
I'm not old enough to know how, Dusty said, convinced Talon was psychotic in addition to sadistic.
Dusty strode into the gym and peeled off his shirt.
"I'll be right there," Dusty said, retrieving his shirt.
"Dusty, you need to get some rest," she said, concern in her voice.
Speck was waiting for him, at his feet a creature Dusty couldn't identify.
Dusty almost felt bad for snapping at her, but she was driving him crazy.
How worn and dusty, then, must be the highways of the world, how deep the ruts of tradition and conformity!
By the side of the path, on the dusty dry grass, all sorts of household goods lay in a heap: featherbeds, a samovar, icons, and trunks.
Over the dusty hood, the yawning valley beckoned, and then... the sound of metal grinding against rock.
Jane, our GPS, as Betsy named her, didn't let us down and we found our friend's cabin at the end of a dusty road, hungry for dinner after a six hour drive.
Dusty, you're not supposed to know.
It's okay, Dusty, I'll accept that fate.
Where now firm open fields stretch from the village to the woods, it then ran through a maple swamp on a foundation of logs, the remnants of which, doubtless, still underlie the present dusty highway, from the Stratton, now the Alms-House Farm, to Brister's Hill.
But the Governor did not finish: a dusty perspiring officer ran into the room and began to say something in French.
First along the dusty road came the infantry in ranks, bareheaded and with arms reversed.
"I hate evil," Dusty replied.
Prince Andrew was somewhat refreshed by having ridden off the dusty highroad along which the troops were moving.
"It's yours," Dusty said, somewhat relieved to have a little more help.
Even at ten o'clock, when the Rostovs got out of their carriage at the chapel, the sultry air, the shouts of hawkers, the light and gay summer clothes of the crowd, the dusty leaves of the trees on the boulevard, the sounds of the band and the white trousers of a battalion marching to parade, the rattling of wheels on the cobblestones, and the brilliant, hot sunshine were all full of that summer languor, that content and discontent with the present, which is most strongly felt on a bright, hot day in town.
He sat down at the dusty writing table, and, having laid the manuscripts before him, opened them out, closed them, finally pushed them away, and resting his head on his hand sank into meditation.