Chapter 12

“Humpf. Idiots,” mumbled Danny, who walked around the car and peed in an arc to the other side of the road, annoying a prairie rattler that was curled up in a nearby scrubby bush. Danny watched it slither off, then looked over his shoulder at where his charges, as he thought of the eastern city boys, had disappeared. He strode back across the street and followed them around the building.

When he saw them, he stopped dead in his tracks. They had just finished peeing and their hands were still on their zippers, their eyes huge, and their cheeks flushed. They were standing against the side of another building, and looking out of the window was a young woman. A girl really, well it was hard to tell, but the look on her face was pure misery, pleading. He could almost read the words she wasn’t saying. “Help me.”

Ryan was the first to move. “I’m going inside.”

Danny called, “No, don’t! People were killed in there! You morons!”