For now, though, the scooter was more than adequate. Actually, with a corduroy jacket pulled on over the long-sleeved T-shirt she wore, it felt good to ride through the streets and feel the cool morning air on her face. People were already out and about, walking or biking or driving to their various assignments. A truck with an extended cab full of men passed her, heading down the hill. Going to harvest the last of the crops before the first hard freeze descended? Maybe, or maybe they were on a salvage mission to Española. It sounded as though there were still plenty of useful items to be scavenged from the abandoned town.
At any rate, everything around her spoke of a calm kind of energy, the energy of people who knew exactly what they were supposed to be doing. Jordan hoped to share in t
