Go to town.

You decide that your options have finally run out. It's time to head to town. Period. By the time night falls, you might not be able to find your way, and nighttime in the desert...the cold will be too much to handle.

You set out for the town, pondering all the while where the wagon might have gone. The day was turning out to be the oddest of your life, no question. And that was making you nervous. Nervous about whether someone would find you at all, and mostly because, if the town proved to be the trial the desert had...well, the night might be longer than the day had beem.

When you finally reach town, the sun is disappearing behind the distant sand. The air is already carrying a chill. You move toward the edge of town, eyeing the main street there.