With a long, silent look, Ronnie assessed him. Whatever he saw must have been all right because he nodded and released Court to head over towards Bree.
This time, Court’s knees held. He wobbled on his feet, a little unsteady still, but he didn’t fall. Instead, he leaned both hands on the warm seat of the ATV and grinned at Adam. “Where do you think we are?”
“Just over the border.” Adam nodded back the way they had come—on the other side of the interstate was a large white sign that read, Virginia Welcomes You. It had a red cardinal sitting on a dogwood tree branch, and the words Virginia: Open for Businessunderneath.
Court grunted. “Talk about false advertising. It should say Closed Until Further Notice.” Raising his voice, he joked, “Hey, if you guys are taking orders, I’d like a Big Mac and a large order of fries.”
He heard the cooler slam shut, then Ronnie appeared from behind Adam. “Sorry, they were all out.”