George only made it a couple of miles toward Lightning Gap before his phone started the usual buzzing-like-crazy routine in his pocket. The clear boundary between rotten signal at his house and picking up the tower in town.
He’d endured more than enough safety lectures from both Tommy and Trina to even consider getting it out to check the messages.
Little did they know what kind of craziness he’d gotten up to during his own growing-up years around here. Of course that thought led directly to how glad he was to not know too much about what they’d gotten up to themselves.
He glanced at the dog sitting tall and proud in the passenger seat of his truck, keeping an eye on the trees passing by, perking her ears up every time a vehicle went by in the opposite direction. His silver Chevy wasn’t
