50.) Lancelot and the expats closed their tab and stumbled out of the Rancho. A young girl flew by on an all-terrain vehicle, strands of hair flicking orange sun and a cloud of dust behind her. The air was hung with a dusky purple. When they returned to the pickup truck, Ganso’s rear tire was flat. I Knew That As Soon As I Imagined This, It Would Happen, Duke lamented. Lancelot avoided the glances of the families camped amid the brambly desert trees. He peed.