CHAPTER TWENTY
The crook of the attacker’s arm closed around Sherry’s throat. Dazed and surprised, she lost control of the truck. It lurched into a ditch and came to a dead stop. In the violent jolt, the attacker lost his grip and his arm slipped back through the window.
Sherry’s brain cranked into high gear as she assessed her situation.
The engine was still running. The truck was big and powerful, and with its four-wheel drive it probably wasn’t hopelessly stuck. But she could hear her attacker scrambling in the truck bed, getting ready to attack her through the window again.
She thought quickly. What could she use as a weapon? She knew just the thing. She bent down and reached under the passenger seat until she found what she needed—her electric stock prod. She pulled it out and swi
