Fiction
The Getawayby N. W. Barcus
Sarah turned onto the dirt road under the Bar M plank that marked the entrance to the ranch. She looked back through the rearview mirror. No one in sight. On the last twenty miles of lesser Montana highways and frontage roads she’d not seen a car in either direction. Still, they might be coming. They might be close.
A quarter mile past the Bar M plank she came to the ranch house. It looked more dilapidated than it had in the pictures. The porch that ran along the front sagged, and two of the posts in the porch rail were broken. As she pulled in front, she saw a pickup truck parked to the side of the house. Montana plates. She took the gun out of the glove box and sat in her car, waiting. Nothing happened. The sun beat down on the dirt yard, beat down o
