Six
‘Hanson, I want you to drive the first truck.’
Hanson, about to head for the second truck along, stopped and faced Jackson. ‘I was going to ride with Hannah, keep an eye on the cure and stuff, you know, seeing as that … stuff is so important.’
A smile lit up Jackson’s blue eyes as he clapped Hanson on the shoulder. ‘Hannah will be fine. Justice will be with her, and I’ve assigned Andy and his patrol to guard them both, and the cure.’
Hanson shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. ‘First truck, huh? Is that on account of how awesome my driving is?’
Jackson’s smile died. ‘With a mob out there, it’s not going to be easy making our way to the town gates. I need drivers who aren’t afraid of getting pushy when it comes to clearing a path.’ His eyes narrowed. ‘Not that I’m sugges
