Epilogue
“You want me to travel on horseback across the country so we can find a murderous Dr. Frankenstein wannabe, and we don’t even know where she is?”
Kenna peered up at her from a map of the former United States. She’d marked it with new approximate borders for Canada, the indigenous nations, Mexico, and what remained of the U.S. There was a star for their town and some dotted lines for the routes they’d previously taken to and from Richmond. Her trip from Mexico City was highlighted in green.
“Yeah. There’s no way we could go by car. We’d run out of fuel, and we’d be bigger targets.”
“But I’m not a horse person. I don’t know the first thing about caring for them. I’ve only been on one when we went to the market. That’s my entire experience with them.”
Ken put a big red question
