Chapter 10
Jack’s ears sprang to full alert as he heard a car approach. They were about ten miles out of Prescott in an open grassy area where they’d parked about half a mile off the paved highway down a two-track dirt road that didn’t seem to go anywhere. So far no one else had driven down to that spot. There weren’t even many cars going by on the pavement.
Could someone be returning, having gone to town for groceries or some other errand? He couldn’t recall anyone so who could it be? His motor home sat behind a couple of the semi trailers where a direct line of sight to the highway was blocked. The motor didn’t sound familiar. Or did it?
Just then a red hood nosed around one trailer and an instant later the whole car came into view. The driver slowed, stopped and cut the engine. He’d
