Re: The Boise Horror
The small convoy headed out on the cracked Interstate. Ominously, Roadkill's rig swerved a little, but he corrected. Jason and Trejo were out in front, rig behind with the technical following.
On a hilltop overlooking the Interstate, one of several bushes was paying a lot of attention to the vehicles as they passed below, using a spotting scope. In particular, scoping out the technical, and a certain red-haired lass sitting in the back.
Schaeffer watched them until the vehicles, and Rowan, was out of sight. Sighing, he crawled backwards until he was no longer on the hill, then walked back to his bike. Kicking it to life, he rode off on a partially washed-out side road, in the opposite direction.