Chapter 80
THE SUN had dropped behind the row of stores on the far side of the street, offering us a scrap of blessed shade. Bill’s puttermobile had burned out, but the stink still filled the air despite the faint breeze that had risen as the sun disappeared.
I still felt exhausted and hungry and generally horrible, with broken bones and freshly cracked, oozing scabs and who knows what trashed inside me. Adrenaline had eaten my strength. I was content to sit on the concrete curb, its stored heat baking my buttocks, my club-wristed hand in the grass to support me as my stomach growled.
We sat behind the huge pickup truck with the ridiculously massive plow. Now that I had time to think, I recognized it. Fire crews used it clear roads after forest fires. With the solid tires and over-torqu
