Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Eighteen
“When you left him,” Joel asked, “were you thinking about how to get back?”
“Well I certainly should have been, no doubt about that.” Mick’s tone included more than a trace of defiance. “I had a lot on my mind, like staying out of sight so I could survive long enough to get to the interstate and start another gunfight with a hardened criminal. And it was light out, so things looked different. I think this is where I crossed the tracks.”
“Railroad tracks aren’t the best thing to be driving over in the dark,” Joel said. “Maybe I should get out and find a safe crossing place.”
Mick flashed the brights. “You can see that they’re pretty flat here. I don’t remember them presenting any tire hazards, either. And this vehicle has Michelins.”
“All right. Go f
