She tucked the shotgun underneath the seat and checked the pistol again to make sure it was loaded. “Put your seatbelt on,” Flint said. “Things might get rough.” Kendra quickly obeyed as Flint backed the truck out of the driveway and pulled onto the mountain road. “Be careful and watch the road,” she warned. “The roads are probably slick as glass and there are a couple of places where the road narrows down to barely one lane.” “I’ll be as careful as I can be considering the situation,” Flint replied, reaching over to squeeze her leg. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ve been driving on these mountain roads my whole life. My daddy put me behind the wheel of a truck when I was only eight years old.” “That’s good to know.” Kendra fingered the pistol. “What exactly are we up against here? Any idea how many Liberators are headed this way?” Flint shook his head. “No idea. Could be five or six or as many as thirteen. With the road conditions being so bad, at least we know they won’t be on their Harleys.
