Title will ruin the ending

The hot, dusty breeze stings my face

I shade my eyes from the sun

A shadow creeps up behind me

My heart pounds in my chest

Beads of sweat drip from my forehead

Rustling and creaking fill my ears

I gasp in anticipation

A tangled figure comes into view

A lazy tumbleweed dances in front of me

I laugh out loud

That was anticlimactic