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

Oliver caught Boyd’s look and his smile grew. “It’s kind of cool that you offered me the ride even when I told you that you had no chance in hell of getting what you were looking for.”


From the corner of his eye, Boyd watched Oliver slide his hand from the seat to the knee of his jeans and fiddle with the edge of a tear. “And you haven’t even tried to just take it, so that’s pretty decent.”


Boyd smirked and forced himself to watch the road. “Of course not. I was waiting to get you right in the middle of the desert first. There’s less of a chance you can get away then.” He laughed when a soft ball of napkin suddenly bounced off his right temple. “Hey! Pick that up. No garbage in the car, damn it!”


Chapter 12