Chapter 25
End of The Trail
It was still dusk on The Devil’s Tail Road, but the Mustang’s headlights cut an inviting swath of light through it. Heather guided them through at a comfortable pace, not slow, but not dangerously fast. Bill braced himself as best he could, but the rutted road bounced him around the back seat.
Bill did not cry out, but Jim saw his face in the rearview mirror, gone scarlet with pain, and urged Ryan to give him another pill. By the time they reached the log blockade, he was fading in and out of consciousness again.
“Cover me, Jim,” Ryan said, climbing from the safety of the Mustang into the vulnerable night.
Heather grasped the handle of her machete and opened her door, but Jim grabbed her wrist and held her back.
“Stay here. Be ready to drive, okay?”
J
