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Savage was sitting with her arm around Indigo on the side of the road when Shea pulled up in the shop truck pulling the enclosed bike trailer. The full moon was almost directly overhead, giving everything a silvery glow.
“Y’all all right?” asked Shea as she climbed out of the cab of the truck. She shined her flashlight at them.
Savage shielded her eyes from the light. “I’m fine. Not so sure about Indigo. Her bike landed on her when she went tumbling down that hill over yonder.”
Shea kneeled down in front of Indigo. “How ya feeling, girl?”
“Cold,” Indigo grumbled, her hands on her temples.
“She was seeing double earlier and having a hard time walking straight,” added Savage.
“I’ll be all right once I get warm,” said Indigo rather tersely. “Don’t need to go to no hospital.”
“Indig
