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Within an hour, they had the van loaded. Shea handed her motorcycle keys to Indigo. “Her name’s Sweet Betsy. Try not to wreck her.”
“Long as no one’s running me off the road, I’m fine.”
Shea hopped into the van and led the other women onto the two-lane highway up to Black Rock Mine. Billowy steel-gray clouds drifted silently under a higher cottony blanket. As the morning waned, the temperature hung just above the freezing mark. Rain would be bad for the motorcycles behind her, but snow or sleet could make the road downright treacherous.
While she struggled to focus on the job at hand, thoughts of Jessica crept in. Her heart ached. She’d lost so many people in her life to violence. Her mother, her sister, Monster, too. She couldn’t lose Jessica.
She had tried so hard to escape, to l
