How to use "desert" in a sentence

He hits the button for the radio, and an old song fills the silence of the desert

But then the hot whiskey starts to fill him, and he smiles, puts his head back and laughs loudly into the desert.

any information call..." and then the signal fails, and there is only the sound of the old classic engine and the silence of the desert.

So he stops on the edge of the desert, hides the flask of whiskey under the seat and lights a cigarette to cover the smell

"I suppose it's this road: the desert makes it easy to forget to watch your speed," he says, and he thinks he sees the cop look at his hand.

And he starts to run again, not on the road now, but into the desert

"I hope you die and rot in the desert!" she shouted, blood still on her face

The night was pleasantly cool and desert-dry

In the brittle silence of the desert night, she imagined that she could sense an intruder listening too, listening for her.

But, no, she was stuck in the past: The Cold War was over, and nuclear tests hadn't been conducted out in the desert for a long time

The skirts of the night were gathered around the Evans house, rustling in a dry desert wind.

One wall was covered by heavy drapes that blocked out the fierce desert sun

After so much talk about death, she needed a glimpse of movement, action, life; and although the Strip sometimes was grubby in the flat glare of the desert sun, the boulevard was always, day or night, bustling and filled with life.

Although winter days in the desert were often as warm as springtime elsewhere, winter nights were always cool, sometimes downright bitter

On Sunrise Mountain most of the big, expensive houses featured natural landscaping - which meant rocks, colored stones, and artfully arranged cacti instead of grass, shrubs, and trees - in acknowledgment that man's grip on this portion of the desert was new and perhaps tenuous

With more than a million full-time residents, with more than twenty million tourists a year, and with a vast desert on which to sprawl, Vegas offered thousands of dark, quiet corners where two people on the run could safely stop to catch their breath and settle upon a course of action.

Elliot swung the car around and started back toward the lights of the city, which spread like a vast, glowing fungus on the black desert plain.

It carried with it the odor of dry desert weeds and alkaline sand

They listened to the country music on the jukebox and watched Charleston Boulevard through the window, where the desert dust storm clouded oncoming headlights and forced the traffic to move slowly

Laden with dust and with the powdery white sand that had been swept in from the desert, the air abraded their faces and had an unpleasant taste.

The Cessna Turbo Skylane RG knifed through the darkness, two miles above the Nevada desert, with the low clouds under it, wings plated silver by moonlight.