angry at himself. he looks over at amy.
watching the ram speed away.
he mashes the brakes. the cherokee skids to a halt just short of the fence. jeff stares at it.
watching in amazement. he can hear only snatches of their conversation.
watching in amazement, straining to hear what earl and al are saying. behind jeff, a pebble skitters on the rock.
he looks shaken. how will he ever find red here? it seems impossible.
his gaze shifts back to red.
sitting in the driver's window. he squints toward the truck, searching for any sign of red. there is none.
he pushes against the dashboard with life-or-death urgency.