CHAPTER TWELVE
A green pickup lumbered in front of the Toyota sedan, kicking up gravel dust that whirled outside the passenger window, reminding Ashley of miniature tornados. The single-wide lane that wound through Weaver’s Cove Campground flowed in only one direction. Looping in a circle, the exit hit the highway just a few yards from the entrance.
Daniel wheeled the sedan into the parking lot of the recreation center, located in the middle of the loop. Few tourists passed through Laurel County, but the campground never seemed to lack occupants. The establishment served as a base for a small community of locals one step away from homelessness. The cheap campsite rental rates attracted those who teetered on the edge, offering restrooms and showers to anyone who owned a tent.
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