IntroductionDakota
It’s not gonna hold, he thought, tying a fourth knot. f**k, it’s not gonna hold.
But they were out of time. Dakota latched the tenuous cords to their belts. Each had a mountain-climbing-grade karabiner made of heavy-duty pressed steel. The locks would stay tight until the moment the pair needed to flee, whereupon they could disconnect quickly. The ropes were orange nylon—the same kind local firefighters used. Both would easily support their weight. He wasn’t worried about their gear.
The farm’s fence, however, looked to be older that he was. Split and dried wood constituted the posts, which, at most, went about two feet into the dusty ground. Between each one lay nothing more than two strings of loose barbed wire. Dakota held no confidence that it would weather the st
