CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Rylie raced into the cold night, against the cold wind.
As she ran, pumping her legs and arms as fast as she could, his moving form on the side of the road seemed to get smaller and smaller. He was getting away. His cowboy hat blew off his head, disappearing into the darkness, but he didn’t hesitate. God, he was fast.
Soon, she couldn’t see him at all.
She kept running, even though he was no longer in her sight, hoping her eyes were playing tricks on her. But after a few seconds, she realized she was chasing air.
She was just about to slow when a form jumped out from the roadside drainage ditch, grabbing both of her legs. It all happened so fast that, before she could put out her hands to break her fall, she found herself horizontal on the rough gravel, its sharp edg
