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 shook his head, confused. “But you won’t have, though. All you’ll have been is past it.”


Boyd sighed. The kid just didn’t catch the concept, obviously. “The road trip is what’s important. Not the destinations.”


“No way, man. That makes no sense. Let’s go in,” Oliver urged. “I’ll even wait out here if you can’t afford the extra. I don’t mind. But, dude, don’t drive all this way through the desert and not have a look around.”


Oliver gave him a quick grin. “Just think, if you’d only driven through Vegas I wouldn’t be sitting here.”


Chapter 13