Chapter Twelve
Charlie
It wasn’t long before carrying a huge pack of looted goods made my back ache. That, and the odd position I was riding the bike in to ensure Mojo was securely on.
Fortunately, I knew a spot that I could temporarily stash the stuff and feel, with any luck, at least a little safe. It was farther from the city, out in a wooded area. It was acres of private property where the family of a friend of a friend of a friend allowed me to hunt some years ago. As I recalled, the area was fairly remote, had a steam running prominently through it, and wasn’t close to any large towns, although there were a few nearby houses. The middle of nowhere.
Long term, I sure didn’t want to spend the rest of my life hanging out at a primitive campsite with Mojo. I was formulating a not-ver
