Chapter 3Ben pulled away from the FastMart with a full tank of gas, a thermos of hot coffee, and a couple of beef burritos to eat as he drove. The clock in the dash said seven forty-five. Once out of town, he relaxed and let the hum of the big V-8 engine lull away his lingering stress.
The rains had passed on to the east leaving the black-velvet sky ablaze with stars. Beyond his headlights, the road stretched away into the distance. Buttes made shadowy hulks against the marginally lighter sky, each one named and known to the InDinay, revered as the abodes of guardian spirits. No other lights marred the scene. Almost as good as flying.
When he reached the area where it had rained heavily, Ben slowed down and shifted into four-wheel drive. The road was still slick in spots and unpredictabl
