It took thirteen hours to reach my hometown in Wyoming. There’d been snow along the way, but it hadn’t delayed the trip by much. It was midnight by the time I arrived at the station. I’d called Mom to let her know my arrival time, but I didn’t see a vehicle I recognized out front. In fact, the parking lot was empty.
I got off the bus and retrieved my duffel bag from the storage area. After the driver left, I stood in the cold night air, wondering how I was going to get home. I decided to smoke a cigarette as I waited for my ride, whoever it turned out to be. I needed to quit, but it was a hard habit to break. I’d bought my first pack the day I left home.
Ten minutes later, an SUV I didn’t recognize pulled up next to me. The windows were dark, so I couldn’t see inside. The driver got out
