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Zoe recognized the dune’s shape and prayed she could pull off the maneuver a second time. This dune was a monster, a Mother of All Dunes that rose for hundreds of meters above them.
No time to ask Luke. No time to pray. No time to even think.
Zoe kept her foot down to the floor and cranked the wheel to the right. Five hundred horsepower responded with all the heart she’d come to expect from the Citroën.
Tammy was hot on her trail. Any respectable, legally configured truck would have petered out around the halfway mark. Tammy just kept climbing, so close to Zoe’s tail that she could feel the blonde breathing down her neck.
The race to the top was going to be close. A sand slip threatened her advantage. Then some hard-pack gave it back.
Back at the Huckfest, by flying with all those
