4
Adi held her hand outside the car window. It was this strange time of year in which the sun warmed your bones during the day, but at night, the temperatures dropped sharply. At mid-morning, there was still mist rising off the swamplands beside the road, as the sun burned off the dampness from the night.
The breeze was warm, though, and Adi enjoyed it playing with her long, auburn hair. She glanced over at Honi, who was deep in thought as he drove them back towards Heota. She’d never seen him wear a hat and a padded jacket before. He somehow looked more Native American in these clothes—like a photograph she’d once seen in a magazine.
Soon after, the car climbed towards the hills. Fields and marshlands gave way to forests—first individual pine trees, and then denser and denser growth.
