Chapter Three
The barrel was picked up and just thrown in the back of their pickup with no regards for its contents and fastened down with a couple of nylon ratchet straps. I had no idea where they would take me, but I knew the ride wasn’t going to be very pleasant. That hot sun had already heated up the inside of the barrel similar to that of an oven, making me drip with sweat, and we haven’t even started to move.
“We’ll call the police when we’re a few miles from town and get you some help. Hang in there. It’ll be all over soon,” Adam told the guys.
Finally the truck engine started, and we were on our way. I could feel every bump and pothole as we went down the old ranch road. There was a big difference once we finally hit the highway. As the truck sped along, the wind found its way
