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vehicles, a Camaro and an old Buick Roadmaster, the ones he’d seen earlier at the intersection near the camp, and he hit the gas.  His truck roared to life and started down the other side of the overpass before the two drivers knew what had happened. 
    Before he reached 41A, Bashar’s men, now firing random shots in his direction, began closing in behind him.  Without a moment’s hesitation, he turned right onto 41A, losing control to avoid a pothole, and ran the right tires up onto a curb.  When he corrected, he heard the thumping of his passenger bouncing around in the back end of the truck, and he heard her shouting a few expletives. 
    Cody looked into his rear view mirror and saw the two cars swing onto the road behind him.  One of them took the turn too late, much too fast, and lost its traction.  It spun and crashed into a deep hole in front of the Dodge’s gas station. 
    The night was too dark and the road too torn up, so Cody reached for the headlight switch and turned the lights on.  But when he looked up again, he heard the sound of automatic gunfire and heard the tick of rounds slamming into the bed of the truck. 
    He saw a concrete road divider ahead, one that had been sitting in the middle of the southbound lane for the last two years, and he drove towards it.  With a smile of defiance on his face – or was it a death wish? – Cody slowed the vehicle just enough for the car behind him to close in.  He was almost on top of the road divider.
    More gunfire barked out from behind him, but not a single shot, as far as he could tell, hit his truck.
    “OK!” Cody shouted, as he simultaneously turned off his lights and swerved to the left.  He never looked back.  The car following him slammed into the concrete barrier.  It hit with such speed that the raggedy, roaring impact was loud enough for Cody to hear over the roar of his truck’s engine.
    “To hell with this,” he said, as he slammed his hands down on the steering wheel.  He turned around and yelled.  “I’m getting out of here and it looks like you’re just going to have to come with me!”
    Cody stepped on the gas and sped south on highway 41A, heading for the armed check point.

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    Cody pulled his truck off the road.  The millions of stars in the night sky could do nothing to penetrate the dark canopy of hackberry trees standing guard over the old, pioneer cemetery on the side of the road.  Murfreesboro was miles behind him, maybe ten miles or so, and Cody reached for a small flashlight, one he’d stolen from Jadhari.  He got out of the truck.  A wind was coming up from the south, filling the air with the scent of rain, and the limbs on the trees were shaking and rustling.  A sudden gust, cool and welcome, nearly blew the cap off of his head. 
    The possibility of rain urged him to hurry, and so he did.  He threw down the tail gate of the truck and climbed up into the bed.  “You have a choice,” he barked out to the woman.  “You can come with me – which is what you want to do – or you can walk back to Murfreesboro by yourself and be raped every night for the rest of your life.  The choice is yours.”  He aimed his flashlight at the tarp near the front of the bed and loosened it.  When he threw it back, he looked at the woman, noticing first her shaven head, then seeing she was no longer dressed in a burka.  He looked into her eyes once and turned away.  Then he looked a second time.
    “I’m supposed to be at the courthouse,” Tracy said stiffly, “a half hour ago.”
    Cody didn’t pay any attention to what she’d just said.  He just knelt down beside her with his little flashlight aimed at the fifty-pound stack of explosives stored beneath the tool box.  His flashlight began to go out and he slapped it with his palm.  “Have you seen my---?  Well, you wouldn’t even know what one looked like, would you?” His flashlight went out, dimming quickly, and he threw it against the metal bed of the