It'a a good thing Dreamboat Dave was there when the dust devil struck!
That must have been before Evil Chad talked him into giving Amber the boot.
So then she returned to Joplin, started a promising convenience-store-clerking career, gave Crystal Naydean's government trailer a dose of bedbugs, and then got the DUmp to buy her a bus ticket back to Tucson.
Back in Tucson, Dreamboat Dave doesn't want her, and he's in the hospital on death's doorstep anyway.
Bunking at the Tucson Sally, she hooks up with the imaginary ripped indian (woo-woo, not red dot) Chief Running Drugs, who's hoping she'll help transport weed from south of the border.
She spends some time in the teepee, learning to make Apache shit bread, but gets the boot from the other squaws.
Then out of the clear blue sky the taxpayers of Tucson offer her a free apartment with custom selected furniture and a loaded refrigerator, and a part time job serving coffee to other whackjobs.
And so, as Jesco White's wife would say, that's her life, up til now.