Stupid.
That's what I was.
Having left the bar I'd sped off, down the hill, towards fhe bridge. This was all my land. I knew I could park the truck in a thicket of trees, obscure it from the road, from view of passersby. The bar had been closed for the night, all regulars informed. I feigned a re-vamp of the establishment, and plastered signs over the front doors. Judging by the weather tonight, nobody was coming out anyway.
I didn't anticipate his move. I'd been too rash. Too caught up in her.
I tried to move my neck but it was stiff from the steep, heart stopping slip down the embankment.
The crazy f**k had severed my brakes.
Why I hadn't checked the car over, I don't know. Now I was sitting in a gully, another seven minutes at least, added to my journey. Seven minutes was enough.
