CHAPTER 17
ALLIE
Vengeance has found me.
Even though it’s a wide-open plain, the sound of their motorcycles fills up the air. Getting closer and closer.
I don’t dare look back. I just take off running.
“Hey!” I scream, waving my arms. “Help! Help!”
Some of the tourists turn from the butte and start pointing at me.
But it’s too late.
A steel band suddenly clamps around my waist—Des-E’s arm hooking me in mid-run.
Without even stopping, he swings me up in front of him on his bike. Like he’s the cowboy in a Western and the motorcycle is his steed.
He says nothing. All that talking he’s been engaging in with me over the last few days? That’s done.
He’s an immovable mountain behind me. And I can’t help but remember the nickname I came up with before I got to know him: Silent Death.
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