Chapter 4

Those things accomplished, the pair drove out onto the highway. While the heat situation had not seemed to change, Cam knew they were leaving the southern part of the state behind. Gone were the rolling farmlands, replaced with dark stands of pine and white birch, which Cam could make out even in the gathering dusk. He was tempted to open his windows to see if they had indeed escaped the heat, but decided to give it a few more miles just to be sure. In the meantime he and Mr. Magee munched on the snacks Cam had purchased in the gas station’s convenience store—chocolate bars for him and beef jerky sticks for the hound.

An hour later they were driving slowly along a county road. “Keep your shirt on,” Cam said to the driver behind him, who was following right on his bumper. “I’m a tourist!” To Mr. Magee, who was dozing on the seat next to him, Cam added in a quieter voice, “I’m sure glad we have GPS. I’d never find this place otherwise.”