“I wasn’t,” Sean said. “Not until the last minute. I think I lost my mind for a moment.”
“He’s so . . . he scares the shit out of me.”
“Is Pierce real y friends with your grandfather?” Sean asked.
“Since my mom died. Not before. But since then, yeah. They go fishing sometimes. And Granddad won’t hear a word said against him. He’s put him on this pedestal. Like Pierce is this lone guy fighting for justice against the system. Granddad just doesn’t want to hear about anything else.”
Sean drove for a moment, concentrating on the road. Driving down the mountain required even more concentration than driving up had. The steep slopes combined with loose stones on the road meant that the car slipped and skidded a little.
“Thank you for doing this,” he said, eventual y. “It’s brave of you.”
But Sam was distracted. He turned in his seat and looked back up the track. Sean’s eyes went to his rearview mirror but he saw only dust. “What is it?”
“I thought I saw . . . shit.”
And then Sean saw it. A black Dodge Ram coming up fast behind them. “Who is it?” he said, knowing the answer.
“That’s Pierce,” Sam said. “That’s his truck. It was parked behind the cabin. That’s why you didn’t see it.” He turned back to face front.
“You have to drive faster.”
“I can’t,” Sean said. “I won’t be able to control the car.” But he put his foot to the accelerator al the same. Their speed increased but his control slipped away and he had to slow again. The truck was nearly on top of them in moments, crowding them and nudging the little car. Sean and Sam were silent, Sean was doing everything he could to keep control of the car, to keep it on the road. Then the truck fel back by about fifteen feet. Stil too close, but no longer crowding or nudging. Sam glanced back.
“Has he stopped? Maybe he just wanted to scare us.”
Sean shook his head grimly. He was thinking about the precipice that lurked somewhere up ahead; he tried to remember how long it had taken him to reach the cabin after he had passed it. “Does Pierce know this road wel ?” he asked.
“I guess so,” Sam said. “He’s been up here, fishing, with my grandfather.”
Sean shook his head. He was trying to think about what he could do. He couldn’t just stop driving. There was nothing to stop Pierce coming after them with a gun. On this lonely road they would be easy targets. Jesus, with a truck like that Pierce could tow the little car down one of the firebreaks, come back later to dispose of them more permanently. Was this his imagination getting away from him?
But Sam was afraid too, that was very clear. And Pierce was a kil er.
Sean knew it in his bones. So he kept driving.
“There’s a cliff, just up ahead,” said Sean. “Can you remember where, exactly?”
Sam turned to him. “I . . . I think so.”
“Can you tel me when we’re getting close? I’m going to speed up. Try to get past it before . . . before he can do anything.”
“You think he’s going to push us over the edge.”
“I think he might try.”
Sam turned his attention back to the road. Sean could hear his breathing even with the rattle of stones against the car and the noise of the engines.
“We’re close,” Sam said, tightly.
It was a bad place to speed up. The slope was steep and the road in terrible condition. Sean gripped the steering wheel hard and put his foot to the accelerator, but even before the car could respond the truck engine behind them was roaring and the car jerked forward as the truck made contact, ramming them once, then again. The car skidded and slid and nearly hit a tree but Sean managed to get it back on the road and then the truck hit again. The car was now careening down the hil , far too fast. Every time Sean came close to regaining control the truck hit them again.
“It’s right there,” Sam said. “The cliff is right there.”
The road ran straight ahead, downward, and at the bottom of the slope only a few saplings stood between them and the drop. Sean hit the brakes, turned into his skid, and waited for the almighty jerk as Pierce’s truck hit them again. It didn’t happen. Instead they heard a car horn blaring from behind them. Sam turned.
“It’s Granddad! He’s coming behind Pierce.”
The horn blared again and again and Pierce dropped back and Sean final y, final y managed to control the car and leaned hard on the brakes, trying to make the turn. The car was skidding sideways by the time they hit the bottom of the slope, but it had slowed enough that when he leaned on the accelerator again he was able to pul the car forward out of the skid. They avoided the cliff’s edge, and the little car rattled most of the way around the corner before hitting a bump and coming off the road and to a complete stop. Sam and Sean turned at the same time to see what was happening behind them.