More than thirteen hours. They drove practically non-stop through the night. Her muscles were finally free of pain, and the truck made driving easy, even on mountainous highways and the rough terrain in Utah and Nevada. Now, as the sun began to rise behind tree-covered peaks, throwing a subtle glow on everything, only a few roads in Oregon stood between the pair and their destination.
This one seemed particularly beautiful. Endless forests on both sides. Some kind of preserve that surrounded this leg of Route One-Forty. Rugged and yet somehow serene.
On one stretch of the highway, the two out-of-state vehicles were finally joined by something other than big rig trucks. It pulled off of a dusty side road and was soon traveling at the same speed with Dakota’s car. Kenna kept a suspicious e
