Toal dropped to hands and knees with her face close to the dirt.
"Towing something," she said. "I don't know what. Something with two
big wheels."
"You can see all that?"
"Why, yes, can't you?" Toal climbed back into the saddle.
As we started, I mumbled, "Without my instruments, I can't see
anything."
The absurd cap that replaced my lost sunhat protected my face, but my
neck and ears slowly fried. The breeze blew hot and searing against
me. Joe's Sun burned in the deep blue sky, and the temperature climbed
astonishingly.