Chapter 11
By morning, they were ready to go.
They had so few supplies. Court hadn’t realized just how little they had until he saw it all neatly packed and folded and tucked away. The saddlebag compartments of the green ATV were full, as was the cooler strapped to the back of the other bike. The tent poles were tied down alongside the ATV seats—they would make riding a little difficult, but not impossible. Bree had tied brightly-colored handkerchiefs on the ends of the poles so she and Ronnie would avoid jousting each other while driving. There were four backpacks, mostly full of bottled water, which made shouldering them a pain, but Ronnie said they could always find food if they needed it; clean, fresh, drinkable water was more dicey.
The first time Court pulled on his pack, he almos
