Among These Bones (Book 3): Maybe We'll Remember by Luzzader Amanda

Author:Luzzader, Amanda [Luzzader, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic | Dystopian
Publisher: Knowledge Forest Press
Published: 2020-01-03T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 30

The plan wasn’t a terrible one. We coasted down the rocky and bumpy logging road for several miles. Sometimes the road was very steep, and I rode the brake pedal so we wouldn’t careen out of control. Other times the grade was rather gentle and we would almost run out of momentum before reaching the next steep part. But we jostled along, and it was a beautiful day, and we made progress. The guys were doing most of the hard work—I was enjoying myself.

Then, inevitably, we hit a longer level stretch of road and the guys hopped out and pushed the jeep along until the road inclined and we were off again. But as we came down out of the mountains, there were fewer and fewer long downhills, and there were even several slight uphill pitches. Now I was getting out to push, too, staying by the driver’s seat and pushing with one hand on the fender and the other on the steering wheel.

“This isn’t fun anymore,” I complained.

“Yeah, it’s less and less productive,” said Chase as we began rolling to a stop. “We might have to ditch this old bucket soon.”

After a short downhill pitch, the road leveled out again, and the jeep slowed. We jumped out quickly and pushed, trying to keep it going. Arie and Chase were both panting hard by this time, and they looked tired. Sweat darkened their shirts. We leaned into the task and the jeep rolled along.

“How far do you figure we’ve come?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” panted Chase. “Maybe six miles, I guess. At least five.”

“Wrong,” I said. I was breathing hard, too. “You’re not far off, though.”

“How do you know that?” he said.

“She’s been watching the odometer,” said Arie.

“Yep,” I said smugly.

“Why didn’t I think of that?” gasped Chase. “Okay. How far have we come, then?”

I grinned. “Guess.”

“Ten miles,” said Arie.

“Way off.”

“Nine?” guessed Chase.

“Eight.”

“Ah, well, that’s not so bad,” said Chase. “The road can’t be much farther.”

“No,” I said.

“Let’s push to the next downhill, ride it as far as it goes, then leave this old heap behind.”

I was about to agree with him, but we had come to a section of the logging road that passed through a narrow place with hillsides close on either side, and in the gap ahead, four men stood pointing hunting rifles in our direction. The weapons looked old and rusty.

“Ya’ll can stop right there,” one of them shouted.

Arie stopped pushing the jeep, but Chase, at the rear of the jeep, had evidently not heard the man and was still pushing. Arie walked along and watched the men. I jumped into the driver seat and pressed lightly on the brake.

“Chase,” I said in a low voice. “Stop.”

Being at the back of the jeep with the sound of the wheels on the gravelly dirty road, Chase apparently didn’t hear me, either, and when I pressed on the brake, he strained hard to keep the jeep rolling, both hands on the spare tire bolted to the back of the jeep.

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