Three days tracking a Hutt spice runner. Lost him in the Jundland Wastes. Found him at dawn, trying to bury himself in the sand. Desperate move.
The twin suns make the desert look almost peaceful. Almost. I've seen what lives under that sand. Krayt dragons. Sarlaccs. Worse.
Caught the mark trying to dig his way out of a canyon dead end. He was sun-crazed, dehydrated, ready to give up. Made my job easier.
Sometimes the desert does the work for you.
This is the way.