"You know the Tuaregs? A Saharan tribe? No, huh?" He pulled the brow of his turban lower, shading his bare eyes. "Well, no matter. They call themselves the ‘Kel Tamashek.’ ‘Tuareg’ is what the Arabs call them—it means ‘the godforsaken.’" He was picking up speed again, weaving expertly around the worst of the boulders. The suspension soaked up shock—good design, she thought through reflex. The broad wire wheels barely left a track.