Chapter 68

“At least it’s not snowing at the moment,” Maverick commented. “Colder than a well digger’s ass though.” He shivered, reaching over to turn up the heat.

“It’ll get worse before it gets better,” Dirk replied.

“Bite your tongue. How far to Billings?”

“I’m guessing twenty miles.” Dirk grinned, pointing to a sign at the edge of the highway announcing ‘Twenty miles to the best food in Billings’.

“Smart ass.” Maverick leaned back, closing his eyes. Seconds later he sat up, turning to look out the rear window. “We might have a problem.”

Dirk had to agree. He’d heard the siren, too, and now he saw a State Patrol car, lights flashing, speeding toward them. When it pulled up beside them, the trooper waved to indicate Dirk should pull over.

“Now what?” Dirk muttered, obeying the trooper’s order. The man got out of his car and came over, indicating Dirk should roll down his window.

“Do you realize how fast you were going?” the trooper asked.