CHAPTER SEVEN
“Beth? Beth?”
Mia was awoken by a gentle nudge to her arm. She’d been dreaming, again, about being with her family, enjoying one of those backyard barbecues, so when she cracked an eye open and saw the vast, arid Chihuahuan desert, stretching out before her, she almost wished she could go back to sleep.
She found the face of the kind old trucker from Santa Fe, staring down at her. He smiled. “Wow, you were out like a light. I was almost afraid to wake you. But it’s the end of the line.”
She straightened, rubbing away the crick in her neck, and swallowed, finding her throat almost as dry as her surroundings. “Where are we?”
“Bracketville. About as far as I can take you.”
“Del Rio?”
He motioned down the road. “About fifteen minutes down that way.”
“Thanks,” she said, ya
