Desert Convoy: Genre Undetermined

Sitting in the shadows of the convoy truck and drinking raki while he stared out over the long stretch of desert, he wondered idly if they'd all make it. They had plenty of jugs of water in the back, a couple of goats hung up from the rack above the truck--the heat half-cured them, but the edges of the meat were going green all the same--and plenty of petrol. If the truck broke down, though, then it was a question of if somebody would find them in time. They had people on the other side who'd know when they were overdue, but those people weren't necessarily the kind of people who'd hurry out to find them when they could just wait a few weeks and then come out and claim the cargo without worrying about pesky survivors. Guns wouldn't rot in the heat. There was one camel in the back--

Inspiration: Thinking of drinking raki. Which I am not sure even exists.
Story Potential: Medium potential
Notes: Smells like a novel, if only because I don't know the setup but I think it would have to be overarching to make this work.