By five p.m. Pete was turning onto the county road that would lead them most of the way to the farm. Four miles down, he took a sharp left onto the narrow strip of gravel that wound its way two miles further back before ending in front of a small cabin.
Larry stood grinning at them from the front porch as he watched them park and climb out of the truck.
“So, the little creep tagged your truck, huh?” Larry quipped as he stepped forward to help grab their bags.
“Yeah,” Pete said. “I definitely owe him one.”
Shannon stood for a moment, taking in the landscape.
“This will be perfect,” she observed. “One way in and out. We can pin them down, make sure they can’t leave.” And she walked away toward the cabin.
Larry’s eyebrows raised. “O...kay... I am loving her attitude. Where did it come f
