Slowing to a safe speed, she glanced around with renewed awareness. Billowing clouds piled high. Thunderstorms had started to move across the plateau, away from the mountains where they originated. The sight triggered more memories, which came with razor-edged clarity. How sudden rains could turn the red dust into grease-slick mud in minutes. How quickly normally dry washes could become raging torrents of rusty-hued water.
You’ve been in the city too long, girl. Out here you can never afford to ignore the weather.
It hadn’t been a good idea to leave Plateau so late, either. All she could do now was drive and hope she’d be lucky enough to outrun the storms. If need-be, she could probably spend the night in Chimahovi. Before she drove five more miles, rain began to fall. She must be fresh
