Chapter Fourteen
Carl leaned an arm on the open window of the truck and watched the countryside speed past. Though the cab was large, it wasn’t meant to hold six people, and he was hot, cramped, and uncomfortable. Erielle was lying in the narrow space at the back, but everyone else was crammed across the long bucket seat at the front. It didn’t help that the air-conditioning seemed to have given out under the strain of trying to cool six bodies. Only the breeze pouring in the window gave some relief.
“How long now?” Carl asked Ozment and immediately regretted it. He sounded like a whiny kid. The fact was, as well as the confined conditions bothering him, he hated it when someone else was driving.
“Couple more hours,” came the reply.
Carl couldn’t wait to arrive at the national park tha
