And, she added with almost painful honesty, the past was proving to be more interesting than her present back in the future.
Red sat back and picked up his drink, taking a long gulp before setting it back on the table.
They were in a different diner, this one a little more seedy than the last.Now that they were rid of her tracking, it had seemed wise to construct a plan—and do it in a place with a rear exit and not the bolt hole they were hoping to discover.It was a faint hope.This town was just too small to hide in for long.
At least if they stayed in the clear, they’d know that removing the tracker had worked.
She gave Red a hopeful, questioning look.
“We need transportation,” Red said.
“There are problems with that.”She said this not to cause problems, but as part of her thinking process.She felt caught in a loop at the moment and really wanted to get out.
“Yes,” he agreed.“Do you still need to get to the crash site?We might be able to get our hands on a military vehicle,” he added doubtfully.
She blinked at that.“Anything I’d want has already been moved somewhere else.”
He nodded, looking a little more cheerful.
“There’s the bus.”
“They’ll be sure to be watching that,” Rita said.
He nodded again.“We could buy a car.”
He didn’t sound too sure about that.
She was the one to nod now, though without enthusiasm.They’d be very vulnerable out in the desert.At least here, there were people around.
“Or,” Red turned a small, local newspaper around so she could see it.
It was a page of ads.His finger tapped one of them.She leaned over and read it, then read it again.
“A plane?”She looked up.“We get someone to fly us out of here?”
“It’s a possibility,” he said.
“But this ad is for rides.It doesn’t look like they do more than local flights.”Though even getting out of Roswell would help.If they didn’t run out of money.
Red watched her, as if considering something.It was about time he stopped to think, she thought a bit wryly.He was getting in deeper and deeper.
“Let’s see if we can work something out with the pilot,” he said.
She knew, not sure how, that he hadn’t told her something that he thought mattered.
Well, she hadn’t told him everything either.
They’d managed to hitch a ride.Their driver knew about Henry’s landing field, which turned out to be a field next to his house and barn.
When their ride drove off, they began walking down a long dirt road that seemed to waver in the heat.Though Con felt urgency to get off this very exposed road, it was too hot to hurry.
And there was something familiar, almost comfortable here, almost as if he’d gone back in time.The dirt road, the dusty fields on either side, and the high hot sun brought into sharp focus his past.
Oh, the road from memory had been in a different place than this—very different—and the landscape had been a little less brown and dry.
Odd how it felt like it was the same, right down to the smell.
He hadn’t been quite as tall, since he’d just started his teen growth spurt.This place didn’t have fence line, but he could see the ghosts of fences wavering into view as they drew closer to the house.
