sampling the air with his flared nostrils.
“I see or hear nothing,” Warren replied. Leon grimaced, still focused on the plains, his breathing deepening.
“Sweat and diesel. So much sweat.” He continued to gaze down upon the plains as if he was under a spell.
“Sweet, fragrant sweat,” he whispered slowly. “The scent of a woman. A girl, perhaps. Look there!” he commanded in a raised voice, pointing to the dusty plain. Then Warren saw it, a series of small plumes of dust, a trail racing westwards across the desert.
“There’s somebody out there, don’t you think?” Leon remarked smugly, raising an eyebrow to Warren.
“You could very well be right,” Warren replied eagerly. “Maybe we should get down there and introduce ourselves,” he continued.
“Be rude not to,” Leon replied through his grinding teeth as they both pulled their goggles down over their eyes while eagerly kick-starting their bikes. The wide rear wheels of their bikes spun deep into the sand, sending it upwards as large plumes into the air before the tyres found some grip, propelling the bikes into a snaking thrust down into the valley. Their arms shook violently as the handlebars rattled while the bikes weaved and bounced across the rough terrain. A rare glint of Sun peeked through a break in the sandstorm, momentarily blinding them, the bikes continuing relentlessly, regardless. Leon could smell the diesel strongly now. This vehicle is old and worn, he thought. The scent of the girl was fresh, too young to be riding out alone, he believed, but he saw no others. A honey trap maybe; however, he doubted it. A young girl, wandering the plains all alone, was an exercise in misadventure he deliberated; innocent to the dangers of the road, he concluded. Leon and Warren were slowly gaining on the vehicle. It was hard to see it through its dusty trail and the sand whirling in the midday wind. It ejected some black smoke, a response he thought to being noticed. The girl had probably shifted down a gear to gain speed fast. Leon and Warren both responded instantly by opening their throttles fully, their bikes screaming louder, their frames rattling violently. Leon held onto the handle grips so tight that his hands began to ache from the vibrations. The dust swirled past his face, stinging his skin, visibility almost down to zero as the vehicle ahead disappeared from their sight.
“Where are you, my little honey!” he shouted aloud, seeing the trail of dust suddenly switch directions. She had turned and taken a detour onto the highway. Here, visibility was better and the ride smoother. Wrong decision, Leon thought as he checked his mirrors for Warren, seeing him lagging a few hundred yards behind, confused by the detour. “Now you’re in my sights, my little lady,” Leon deliberated as he gained on her, the vehicle coming clearly into view. It was a customised buggy, a very fast one he thought in admiration. The rider was small and hidden behind it's fixed on bucket seat. However, long, black hair, streamed down the sides, twisting in the air. He could see pert breasts bouncing in her rear view mirror, confirming a young girl was behind the wheel. Then there was a brilliant flash; a blast of fire coming from the buggies exhaust, followed by a piercing wail, the buggy screaming forward at incredible speed. Leon felt he was standing still as he watched the buggy screech ahead of him, maybe by an extra 70 - 80 mph, its frame looking delicate as it shuddered from the violent acceleration. As he watched, it disappeared into the hazy distance. He noticed Warren had caught up beside him, raising his fist in defiance like a bad loser.
Leon shook his head, “Catch your monkey, slowly!” he shouted across to him, waving his hand forward, urging him to continue. She can’t have many of those little tricks, and if we continue at our pace, we will eventually catch
“I see or hear nothing,” Warren replied. Leon grimaced, still focused on the plains, his breathing deepening.
“Sweat and diesel. So much sweat.” He continued to gaze down upon the plains as if he was under a spell.
“Sweet, fragrant sweat,” he whispered slowly. “The scent of a woman. A girl, perhaps. Look there!” he commanded in a raised voice, pointing to the dusty plain. Then Warren saw it, a series of small plumes of dust, a trail racing westwards across the desert.
“There’s somebody out there, don’t you think?” Leon remarked smugly, raising an eyebrow to Warren.
“You could very well be right,” Warren replied eagerly. “Maybe we should get down there and introduce ourselves,” he continued.
“Be rude not to,” Leon replied through his grinding teeth as they both pulled their goggles down over their eyes while eagerly kick-starting their bikes. The wide rear wheels of their bikes spun deep into the sand, sending it upwards as large plumes into the air before the tyres found some grip, propelling the bikes into a snaking thrust down into the valley. Their arms shook violently as the handlebars rattled while the bikes weaved and bounced across the rough terrain. A rare glint of Sun peeked through a break in the sandstorm, momentarily blinding them, the bikes continuing relentlessly, regardless. Leon could smell the diesel strongly now. This vehicle is old and worn, he thought. The scent of the girl was fresh, too young to be riding out alone, he believed, but he saw no others. A honey trap maybe; however, he doubted it. A young girl, wandering the plains all alone, was an exercise in misadventure he deliberated; innocent to the dangers of the road, he concluded. Leon and Warren were slowly gaining on the vehicle. It was hard to see it through its dusty trail and the sand whirling in the midday wind. It ejected some black smoke, a response he thought to being noticed. The girl had probably shifted down a gear to gain speed fast. Leon and Warren both responded instantly by opening their throttles fully, their bikes screaming louder, their frames rattling violently. Leon held onto the handle grips so tight that his hands began to ache from the vibrations. The dust swirled past his face, stinging his skin, visibility almost down to zero as the vehicle ahead disappeared from their sight.
“Where are you, my little honey!” he shouted aloud, seeing the trail of dust suddenly switch directions. She had turned and taken a detour onto the highway. Here, visibility was better and the ride smoother. Wrong decision, Leon thought as he checked his mirrors for Warren, seeing him lagging a few hundred yards behind, confused by the detour. “Now you’re in my sights, my little lady,” Leon deliberated as he gained on her, the vehicle coming clearly into view. It was a customised buggy, a very fast one he thought in admiration. The rider was small and hidden behind it's fixed on bucket seat. However, long, black hair, streamed down the sides, twisting in the air. He could see pert breasts bouncing in her rear view mirror, confirming a young girl was behind the wheel. Then there was a brilliant flash; a blast of fire coming from the buggies exhaust, followed by a piercing wail, the buggy screaming forward at incredible speed. Leon felt he was standing still as he watched the buggy screech ahead of him, maybe by an extra 70 - 80 mph, its frame looking delicate as it shuddered from the violent acceleration. As he watched, it disappeared into the hazy distance. He noticed Warren had caught up beside him, raising his fist in defiance like a bad loser.
Leon shook his head, “Catch your monkey, slowly!” he shouted across to him, waving his hand forward, urging him to continue. She can’t have many of those little tricks, and if we continue at our pace, we will eventually catch
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