When I was on my Border Trip earlier this year, researching the novel, I often ran into dust storms. Here are a few pictures of them. It was strange how they came in waves and would buffet the truck, clear off, then come again.
This was a pretty little church north of Antelope Wells.
Fort Davis. I camped here for three nights.
The valleys around Fort Davis are really pretty. This is in Texas.
Another view. I love the stark beauty. It’s a harsh land, but that is what draws me to it, I think.
Hoover's Corner 
Once while driving across Nevada I ran into a dust storm like that– full of tumbleweeds. It was the most amazing thing, like driving through a migration or meteor storm.