Chapter 7
For the next few days, the group did as Rudy had suggested. They went to the Cherry Creek bike path and the area near the upscale shopping center. Terry for one was happy to be where there were trees and the creek. They, and the path, sat between tall, concrete walls with wide boulevards several feet above them on either side. In some ways, minus the boulevards, it reminded him of the parts of the town where he grew up. Parts that he actually wanted to remember.
Kel seemed to feel the same way because he happily spent more time by the creek, watching the fish and ducks, than he did actually spanging.
“You miss the country, don’t you?” Rudy asked Terry the fourth morning, when they arrived at the spot where they planned to set up for the day.
“I do. It was the one saving grace
