Nothing but hot dust, eye-searing colors, people who did not know what they were about.

"Fighting is one thing, but collecting hot dust has never appealed to me."

I could smell the sweat of my own body and the hot dust.

After the hot dust of the road, the moist air around the little creek smelled fresh and sweet.

"I can almost smell the hot dust of Africa on the monsoon."

Somebody else spat out into the hot dust of noon.

He would drive off in a cloud of hot dust and never be seen again.

The door closed on them hard enough to raise a puff of hot dust off the porch floorboards.

The air had the smell of hot dust.

The air smelled of hot dust and something else.