33
Quickly you stop the car and peer at the little town of Christoval.
‘Can y’see what’s kickin’ up that dust?’ asks Kate.
‘Looks like a pack of wild coyote fighting among themselves,’ you reply, as you focus on the action taking place at the centre of the town.
‘Hey, Cal,’ she replies, tugging at your sleeve, ‘that ain’t the dust I’m talkin’ about.’
Lowering your magnifying device, you turn to see her pointing back along the highway at another dust cloud, which is fast approaching. You do not need a magnifying device to be able to see that it is being kicked up by a pack of bikers, who have come racing out of San Angelo.
‘I think it’s time we were movin’ on,’ says Kate, uneasily.
‘I think you’re right,’ you reply, as hurriedly you reach for the ignition switch.
