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“Just the two of ya, hey?” Cole had to shout to be heard over the sound of the wind rushing past the opened windows and the noise of the engine of the battered brown pickup. It sounded as if the muffler had given up. Given the state of the old dirt road they were on and Cole’s fondness for speed, Corliss would have been surprised if there was still a muffler attached.
“Yes,” she shouted back as she hung onto the door handle for dear life. Wedged between them in the front seat, Mana said nothing. She did look a little pale, though.
“Just as well,” Cole shrugged. His had a casual attitude towards steering. “If’n there’d been three of ya one would’ve had to ride in the back, and the roads are just a mite bumpy.”
To Corliss the ‘roads’ were nothing but dirt tracks with ruts and pothole
