24Lucky CowThe deep rumble of Soren’s snores echoing inside the Jeep had driven Billy from the vehicle. The long drags were followed by a series of stuttering snorts before reverting to form. Each sound chafed at Billy’s chest.
He stood outside, kicking sand and small stones up and down the path that led from their spot in the semi-deserted campground. With his arms crossed and eyes down, he looked the picture of a petulant child, but the downturn of his mouth told of sadness, not the sulks.
After the hospital, they’d driven northeast out of Vegas and into the deserts of Nevada’s national parks. He thought it beautiful, the red rocks, the canyons, and dried river beds, and insisted to the surly Swede that it was the place they should stop to plan their next move.
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