Chapter 4
Days fell into a routine. At first, Court’s legs ached. The spot right outside Petersburg where they’d camped until the baby was born had been a mere stone’s throw from the subdivision on the outskirts of Richmond where Ronnie and Court both used to live. Thirty miles, tops, and they’d broken it up over several weeks’ worth of traveling, never moving much in one day, always stopping to stock up on supplies when they could. Now they moved at a grueling pace, from sunup to sundown, stopping occasionally to rest or eat but otherwise, always walking.
By the second day, the muscles in Court’s legs seized up, but he pushed the shopping cart ahead and concentrated on the next step, and the next, and the one after that. The next morning he barely felt his legs, and they seemed to move
