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May 2024

Chapter 22
“Hey.” Braxton’s voice popped her slumber behind rough fingertips pressing the meat of her shoulder.
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Dameron McLeod
Chapter 21
“Again with the corn,” said Daphne.
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Dameron McLeod
Chapter 20
“You think he knows you’re on the run?” asked Daphne.
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Dameron McLeod
Chapter 19
The prairie flowed by at exactly the mandated fifty-five miles miles of rippling grass, windmills, inexplicable shacks, fences, and homes per hour.
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Dameron McLeod
Chapter 18
Atop the dell-slope, on the prevailing level of the plains, Daphne surveyed the surrounding grazeland and its dark prairie shrubs protruding from the…
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Dameron McLeod
Chapter 17
“It’s my car and I’m fucking driving it,” Daphne said.
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Dameron McLeod
Chapter 16
Pulse careening upward, forehead cold with sweat.
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Dameron McLeod
Chapter 15
Perhaps three gulps remained of the yellow gatorade when she set it aside, gasping, stomach twisted but working.
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Dameron McLeod
Chapter 14
Daphne traveled west all morning, pursued by the sun except during the northward cut she took from Steele to the US Highway system, which led her…
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Dameron McLeod
Chapter 13
By two-forty-five she had plotted on her phone the six-hour path to Edgeley near the southeast corner of the state.
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Dameron McLeod
Chapter 12
“As I was saying--”
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Dameron McLeod
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