But after the third time soldiers on foot, their trucks out of fuel, tried to appropriate her ATV, she had abandoned that plan. Besides, when she’d last stopped to refuel and looked back to the east there was a dust cloud from north to south as far as she could see. She didn’t know what it was, only that the military was running from it. When soldiers ran, you ran too. Before she lost her ATV and trailer she turned north the first opportunity she found. She knew from her GPS that she was many miles from where she’d come south originally. It didn’t matter, time was running out. The road was dirt but seemed well worn. As she looked back as she turned a truck full of soldiers was passing, its engine sounding rough. They looked upon her with forlorn expressions on their faces. One of their number was screaming and thrashing, restrained on the floor between them. The area was a collection of washed out streambeds and intermittent low hills, so common for this area that it was impossible to tell one hill from another.
