Chapter 42Josh rode along the ridge. The Diavel screamed. Looking back, dust and gravel plumed. Vibration plucked every fiber in his body and pounded the eardrums.
Dim light on the east promised a new day. The canyon on the west filled with shadows. His mind knew the sun would rise, but the heart made no such assumption.
He came to understand the curse’s harm. He’d lived with it too close for too long and didn’t see. Steve brought it to light, now too clear, even in dawn’s dimness. He saw inside how it hobbled him.
His fist twisted the throttle. Gears shifted up and roared. The pitch rose on the way to the clifftop. Nothing held him back but the wind in his face.
He remembered those boys who rode their motorcycles in the rain. A slip away from now to eternity. He’d lost one once. Oil b
