CHAPTER ELEVEN
There was no chance of over-sleeping the morning train. Between the sounds of humming from the John Deere tractors and the roosters announcing the light of day, we both were awake and alert at dawn. I noticed Davey rifling through his backpack as I stretched my legs. I let him suffer awhile before I spoke.
"If you're looking for your gun, I have it. I still don't trust you."
"You damn well oughta, girl! I'm the best thing you've got." He took a spoon out of his backpack and dipped it into a jar of peanut butter and handed it to me.
“Is that spoon clean?”
“Of course. I just use it to scrape my boots. Where are you from, Miss Cynical with a ‘C’?"
"Wabash, Indiana. How about you?"
"Austin - great state of Texas," he proudly announced.
"But you jumped on in Indiana. Did
