“I’m freezing,” Delores said first thing when she felt me moving. I couldn’t see her. She had the sleeping bag over her head. “Start the engine a little,” I said. “I’m going to check on Speed. It snowed.” “Did not,” she said, sitting up and looking around. She looked sleepy and confused. “Holy moley,” she said, sliding back under the sleeping bags. “Let’s keep sleeping.” “Get the truck running. I’m starving for real.” She didn’t budge. I punched her hip a little with my hand,but she didn’t move. So I made an annoying squeaking sound I knew she hated, until she finally shoved up and jumbled the sleeping bags toward me. “You are such a brat,” she said. “I’m cold and I’m hungry,” I said. “Now get moving.” I pushed out of the truck and nearly fell. Ice coated the road. I heard the truck clatter a little, then turn on. The horses looked up, their ears twitching to check us out. I opened the gate and stepped through. I saw him right away.
