17I gunned it, plunging into the eastern marshlands on a bumpy road which quickly turned from pavement to gravel. I drove too fast for safety, too fast to be sure where I was. And I kept going. I drove on roads little better than cart tracks. I cut through the center of a farm, missing by inches a lone cow waiting to be milked. I bounced over a gully and forded a small stream. I raced along without headlights through darkness relieved only by the feeble light from the quarter moon. I drove for an hour.
The track turned uphill and dumped me out on the raised approach to a major highway. I twisted around to stare through the rear window. I was high enough to see across an open field to the roadway winding through the forest in the distance. A mile back, a pair of headlights followed the twi
