“Goddamnit!” Ulric cursed as the vehicle jerked violently to the right before he got it back under control. His fingers flexed as he squeezed the steering wheel hard enough to worry the manufacturers of the beautiful piece of machinery.
“Are you even trying to avoid the potholes?” Tate asked beside him from the passenger seat. His tone so full of humor.
Ulric huffed in annoyance and attempted to drive around the next depression on the road. They were on the dirt road that came off the main tarred highway and led directly to the pack house.
They both knew the road was rough. They had kept it that way to avoid unwanted visitors just driving in without warning. But after the recent heavy rains, the road had gotten worse and was in need of at least grading. They had to do it soon too, oth
