Following the map on the phone, Cletus and Keyon drove on a back mountain road that appeared to be in the middle of nowhere. The sun was high over the mountains, and up ahead, the light glinted off a group of parked cars and trucks. Keyon pulled to the right side of the narrow road and tucked the Mustang into the trees. On his left was a slope, rocks, and thick trees. That side looked too steep to be parking or walking.
He got out of the car and slipped. He swore and wished that he wasn’t wearing dress shoes with his suit. This mountain area was the kind of place where he should have thick tread and hiking boots.
“Tennessee, Rusty, and Gunner are here,” Cletus said as they exited the car.
Tennessee was Keyon’s least favorite person, but he was happy these men had come to help him with Huck. He never showed weakness and asked for help, but this situation wasn’t about him. Everything right now was about his Huck. Huck’s safety was the only thing that mattered.