Chapter 10

The town of Fort Collins vanished behind some trees and then they were in La Porte again. They passed by the Double Deuce and went up the canyon toward the Red Feather Lakes. It was still a long ride, but it was very early in the morning in the middle of the week, which meant traffic was light. It was nearly eight in the morning when they turned off the main road. The wheels of the bike were jolted by a few hidden rocks, and Dana scowled.

“How much farther?” she asked.

“We’ve got a narrow turn at the top of this rise. After that, it should be a fairly smooth ride down into the next valley. If it hasn’t rained.”

Dana sniffed the air. “It smells like it has.”

“Stay to the left on the road, then. It’s less likely to be muddy.”

“Dammit,” she muttered under her breath. She slowed the bike, going around a few rough sections. She imagined a jeep or truck would fare better climbing over the large rocks in the road, but loose gravel and rough terrain meant a bum