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“You’re tearing the damned wiring out!” If she was trying to disable their only transportation, she was doing a good job of it. He started to yank her out from under the steering wheel when suddenly she bounced out on her own, jamming the clutch in and touching two wires together. The motor roared into life, and Jane slammed the door on her side, shoved the truck into gear and let out on the clutch. The truck lurched forward violently, throwing Grant against the door.
“Put it in low gear!” he yelled, pulling himself into a sitting position and getting a tighter grip on the seat.
“I don’t know where the low gear is! I just took what I could find!”
Swearing, he reached for the gear shift, the pain in his wounded arm like a hot knife as he closed his hand over the knob. There was nothing he could do about the pain, so he ignored it. “Put the clutch in,” he ordered. “I’ll change gears. Jane, put the damned clutch in!”
“Stop yelling at me!” she screamed, jamming in the clutch. Grant put the truck in the proper gear and she let out on the clutch; this time the truck moved more smoothly. She put her foot on the gas pedal, shoving it to the floor, and slung the heavy truck around a corner, sending its rear wheels sliding on the gravel.
“Turn right,” Grant directed, and she took the next right.
The truck was lunging under her heavy urging, its transmission groaning as she kept her foot down on the gas pedal.
“Change gears!”
“Change them yourself!”
“Put in the clutch!”
She put in the clutch, and he geared up. “When I tell you, put in the clutch, and I’ll change the gears, understand?”
She was still crying, swiping at her face at irregular intervals. Grant said, “Turn left,” and she swung the truck in a turn that sent a pickup dodging to the side of the road to avoid them.
The road took them out of town, but they were only a couple of miles out when Grant said tersely, “Pull over.” Jane didn’t question him; she pulled over to the side of the road and stopped the truck.
“Okay, get out.” Again she obeyed without question, jumping out and standing there awkwardly as he eased himself to the ground. His left arm was streaked with blood, but from the look on his face Jane knew that he wasn’t about to stop. He shoved the pistol into his belt and slung the rifle over his shoulder. “Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?”
“Back into town. Your boyfriend won’t expect us to double back on him. You can stop crying,” he added cruelly. “I didn’t kill him.”
“He’s not my boyfriend!” Jane spat, whirling on him.
“Sure looked like it from where I was.”
“I was trying to catch him off guard! One of us had to stay free!”
“Save it,” he advised, his tone bored. “I bought your act once, but it won’t sell again. Now, are you going to walk?”
She decided that there was no use trying to reason with him now. When he’d calmed down enough to listen, when she’d calmed down enough to make a coherent explanation, then they’d get this settled. As she turned away from him, she looked in the open door of the truck and caught a glimpse of something shoved in the far corner of the floor. Her backpack! She crawled up in the truck and leaned far over to drag the pack out from under the seat; in the excitement, it had been totally overlooked and forgotten.
“Leave the damned thing!” Grant snapped.
“I need it,” she snapped in return. She buckled it to her belt-loop again.
He drew the pistol out of his belt and Jane swallowed, her eyes growing enormous. Calmly he shot out one of the front tires of the truck, then stuck the pistol back into his belt.
“Why did you do that?” she whispered, swallowing again.
“So it’ll look as if we were forced to abandon the truck.”
He caught her upper arm in a tight grip and pulled her off the road. Whenever he heard an engine he forced her to the ground and they lay still until the sound had faded. Her blouse, so white and pretty only an hour or so before, became streaked with mud and torn in places where the thorns caught it. She gave it a brief glance, then forgot about it.
“When will Turego be after us again?” she panted.
“Soon. Impatient already?”
Grinding her teeth together, she ignored him. In twenty more minutes they approached the edge of the town again, and he circled it widely. She wanted to ask him what he was looking for, but after the way he’d just bitten her head off, she kept silent. She wanted to sit down to wash his bruised face, and bandage the wound in his arm, but she could do none of those things. He didn’t want anything from her now.
