Chapter 13
Lareina wanted to put as many miles between herself and San Antonio—and therefore Galloway—as quickly as possible, but the walk to Dallas proved to be even more frustrating than her walk to Austin. They tried to follow main roads with rusted signs pointing them in the right direction, but flood-ravaged bridges sent them on long detours. Each time they circumvented the obstacle and returned to the main road, they only found another missing bridge or river over the road. Sometimes heavy storms forced them to seek shelter in abandoned buildings or thick tree cover for an entire day. A walk that should have taken one week stretched into two. As September came to an end, blisters plagued their feet and hunger gnawed at their stomachs.
One night, resting in a field of tall grass, La
