Eight
Plans
He took a different cut-off than the one they normally used to go back to the house they still shared with Robin’s father. When they stopped to get gas, he checked the map on his phone before continuing. Getting back under the wheel, he stayed on the feeder road until they reached Farm to Market Road 42.
“How far is it?” asked.
“Seven miles. There’s supposed to be a large rock of pink granite marking the end of the property line. Next to it is a gate, which will be unlocked for us if we want to drive in.”
The road was a narrow two-lane blacktop. Behind the simple barbed wire fence, the land on both sides of the road was wild and untamed, filled with mesquite trees, cacti, and brush.
A sense of calm came over him as he slowly took the winding road. He glanced over where
