The scent of smoking dewback hide filtered through the scrubbers in Moshier's helmet as he pressed against his dead mount's flank. He still wasn't sure where the Sand People had come from. One moment the patrol had been following in the trail of the probe droid as it scanned the dunes and the next it was down and the rest of the squad was under fire. The other dewback rider in the squad had gone down first, and then Moshier had been dismounted by a shot to the leg. The rest had happened so fast that Moshier wasn't even certain what had happened in what order. All he knew for sure was that he was the only remaining member of his squad still