Continue on in the desert

The town appears to be homely, but you've never even heard of a town being way out here in the middle of nowhere, and you've read a lot about the old west tour sights.

You decide to continue on and see if you can find any others from your tour wagon. After an hour's journey, the town is no longer in view, but you see something moving in the sand ahead. You stop, looking around, hoping to catch a glimpse of what it was.

You can't see anything, figure you imagined it, and continue on.

After only minutes longer, you see movement again, this time in time to catch what it is. A scorpion, in fact, a small cluster of them, scattering across the sand in front of you.

You freeze, unsure of whether or not scorpions are one of the creatures that are attracted by movement. You see more of them, then, this time they're running between your feet to get ahead of you. Not good, you think. Not good at all.

Then you see it, in the distance. A small palm tree, standing only a few feet in height, with a few tufts of grass growing around it.

Trees and grass could only mean one thing: Water.