A quarter mile from where Austin and Roderick encountered the deer, the road spit the cart from the woods and into the open end of the island. The dark, rounded shapes of man-made sand dunes rose on both sides of the asphalt. Fog filled the gaps between the mounds. No longer sheltered by the vegetation, they began to smell the ocean. Austin’s right foot steady on the power pedal, she followed the asphalt track and watched for more deer. Another half mile and she rounded a long curve, rolled up to a three-way intersection with a stop sign, and eased the cart to a gentle halt. “Where to from here?”
A quarter mile from where “Take a right onto Beachside,” Roderick answered, his voice still tight with pain.
Through the gloom and fog, Austin squinted at the road sign then took a right. “I th
