Chapter 10
Jehovah’s Valley, Oregon, Saturday, September 27, 2013
THE ROAD TO JEHOVAH’S Valley ended at a locked gate with no trespassing signs.
Mac was in third gear already; the road from Union to North Powder was a twisted rugged climb even for his 4-Runner. He slowed, glanced at the map next to him with Janet’s hand-drawn instructions on it. This had to be it he thought.
He crossed the railroad tracks at an old dilapidated train depot that looked like it had been there since the 1920s. The gravel road narrowed, and then there was the gate. It wasn’t a welcoming one. White, metal, sturdy. Mac parked, got out.
The land here was parched, baked brown in the September sun. The gas station attendant in La Grande had said it hit 100 degrees that afternoon—unusual for this late in the ye
