Chapter Seven
Old threats evolved:
The approaching group had at least a dozen bikers. He had a plan, but a key factor would be getting enough of a head start.
“Get on the bus and head down the road,” Dust said.
“What are we going to do?” Josie asked, stepping up beside him.
Dust turned and gave her a grim look. “We’ll need to eat a lot of marshmallows,” he said.
“Ah, crap. This is going to be bad,” Randolph muttered under his breath.
Dust looked at Sammy. She lifted her chin and returned his gaze with a steady one of her own. He had already dealt with death once today and probably would again—but it wouldn’t be Sammy’s or any of the others on the bus if it happened.
“There is a bridge six miles ahead. We need to get there before they can catch up with us. You guys take off. Josie,
