Chapter Thirty-One
When Teach said we were headed a few more hours north, he failed to mention that we were traveling so far into the northern regions of Upstate New York that by the time we stopped, we’d be little more than a stone’s throw from the Canadian border. Having spent most of my life in the city, I was out of my element surrounded by nothing by trees and wide-open spaces.
We exited the I-87 in the early hours of the morning and cut across county lines, weaving through small villages and farming communities. The chaos of the city felt a thousand miles away as asphalt roads and traffic lights gave way to dirt roads and a rolling green canopy. Twice we slowed to let a deer dash away from the headlights, and each silent township we passed seemed more and more remote.
As we rounde
