Ezoic
We made it to Hays. He didn’t stop.
“Mark. Hays.”
“Let’s push to Russell. Get a few more miles under us. Then tomorrow’s shorter.”
He pushed through the evening. The sun went down behind us, orange and huge in the rearview mirror. The sky went purple. Then black.
By ten-thirty, I was exhausted.
My back hurt. My eyes burned. I’d been staring at white lines on black asphalt for so long I was seeing them when I closed my eyes.
Ezoic
“Mark,” I said. “Please. I need to stop.”
“There’s nothing out here, Viv. Let’s get to Salina. There’s a Hampton Inn in Salina.”
“That’s another hour.”
“So we’ll be there by eleven-thirty.”
I looked at him. His jaw was set. Both hands on the wheel. Ten and two. Staring straight ahead into the dark like there was something out there he was chasing.
