Rina checked the GPS function on her phone. At least she got reception here. “It looks like Goatsfart is less than half a mile away,” she said. “It would be a good walk on foot, but at least we’d get somewhere.”
“Or we could just ride the bus back to Skymarket,” Amita argued.
“Driving in reverse all the way. Down Mount Snarl,” Rina emphasized. “Does that sound like a good idea to you?”
It ended up being a moot point, because the driver decided he needed to deliver his cousin’s boots more urgently than he needed to take the bus back.
He pulled the keys out of the ignition and a particularly stylish pair of boots out of the crate, told the passengers to get their things out of the bus, and, once everyone was out, he locked down the bus and started to walk up with the rest of them.
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