Chapter Twenty-Nine
Teach had been right in the recent past and I had ignored him out of pride or anger or whatever anyone wanted to label it. But this time, I fought down my distrust and focused on the route ahead. He told me to head north for about ten hours and we drove, skirting the I-87, taking back roads where possible, until afternoon faded, and a blanket of darkness fell across the road.
We took turns driving, fueling up and trading places every couple of hours while the other rested or played lookout, and even managed a quick stop at a 24-hour Wal-Mart to pick up ammo and a change of clothes, discarding the filthy, damp items from the boatyard in favor of plain, dark T-shirts, jeans, and boots. It also helped us change appearance, maintain anonymity. The only item remaining was
