For as long as Boyd can remember, he's been pushing pins into a map. Carson City, Las Vegas, Albuquerque -- all places he wants to see, for a dozen different reasons that wouldn't mean a thing to anyone else. When he finally gets a chance to purchase the '70 Plymouth Duster of his dreams, at a price that even he can manage, Boyd jumps at the opportunity.<br><br>Oliver seems like just another kid with a broken dream when their paths cross in Vegas. Against Boyd's better judgment, he offers to let Oliver hitch along for the ride when Oliver confides the need to get out and get gone.<br><br>But isn’t long before Boyd realizes Oliver's reasons for running are more complicated -- and more dangerous -- than Oliver let on. Boyd doesn't like people who play hardball, and he definitely doesn't like people messing with a man who's managed to light a fuse that Boyd forgot he had.

Road Trip

Boyd didn’t realize he’d been volleying his gaze from rearview to sign, sign to rearview, until his eyes started to get heavy from the effort. He’d originally planned to stop. His stomach was grumbling, and he was exhausted. He’d been driving straight for ten hours if he included the casual rolls through both cities, and a body didn’t take well to sitting for that long. But his current train of thought was bringing him down and Boyd couldn’t ignore the pull that told him to just get out of the city and move on. Los Angeles was only two hours away, less if his foot got a little heavy, and if he could do ten hours, he could damn well do twelve if it meant he’d drag his head back into having a good time.


With a nudge from his boot, and a growl from the engine, Boyd merged on to the interstate and tore over asphalt.


Chapter 4