Her last words to him: Don’t hurt anyone else. But did she mean: Don’t hurt me. / That wasn’t a goodbye. It was a badbye.

I was angry with my bubble-brained antics and my waddlesome sloth, with my guides, with the thunder, with this stupid maze of rocks.

Isolated Joshua trees appear at 75.1 m. among the mesquite and sage, increasing rapidly in number until they form a forest on both sides. […] The age of the Joshuas is popularly compared to that of the Sequoias.

I can see Mickie getting hot, I'm about to grab his arm, hold him back, say, Whoa, whoa, Mick, not here, it ain't worth it what happened inside just now.