"Three," Neal repeated, eyebrows raising up. "Well, that's three more than I've seen, assuming movies don't count, so looks like you and Bill are going to be the experts on that subject."

He looked at the map again, then folded it back up and placed it in his pocket. "I haven't been out there to check it out, so I'm hoping the maps are mostly correct and we don't wind up wandering the desert for too long." He paused, then raised a hand. "Can that be the first rule? No extensive desert wandering? I don't want someone to find my bleached-out skeleton years and years from now. 'Here lies Victor, he got lost in the desert.' That sort of business."