“Savanna?”
Realizing she stood in the cab staring at him, she nodded. He guided her to the seat. She gripped the wheel while Korbin jammed the keys into the ignition and started the engine.
Korbin crouched to see through one of the windows. As soon as the engine started, Tony began firing. Bullets hit the side of the RV.
The danger propelled her back into an adrenaline rush of action.
Looking out the driver’s window, she stared for a stunned second at the ding in the glass. The windows were all bulletproof. Panting a few breaths, she yanked the gear into Reverse and gave it gas. She hit Tony’s car and kept backing up while Korbin hung on and went to the kitchen to retrieve his gun.
She backed the RV out of the space and hit the side of Tony’s car in the process. Out in the lane, she drove forward toward the exit. They’d never outrun him in this. She looked back and saw that Korbin was way ahead of her. He opened the window in the back, a bathroom. Breaking out the screen, he aimed and started firing. Savanna drove as fast as she could out of the RV park. Korbin hung on as she swerved around a turn and then veered to avoid a truck hauling a trailer that had stopped at the stop sign at the exit of the campground. She cut off traffic getting onto the highway. In the side mirror, Savanna watched the long line of vehicles behind a slow-moving Subaru hold Tony at the stop sign. He’d parked beside the truck in an attempt to get out onto the highway as Savanna had. The driver of the truck saw the gun in Tony’s hand and ducked and shouted for his wife and kids to do the same. Savanna saw his lips moving and then the detail faded as the RV picked up speed and she raced down the highway.
Korbin stayed at the window. Savanna took an exit and veered onto I-70 west. She drove ten miles per hour over the speed limit, as much as she dared to avoid attracting too much attention. Close to the foothills, she took an exit and drove down several streets until another campground came into sight.
Maybe it wasn’t wise to stay in one. Tony would check them all to find them. She passed it and got back out onto the highway, driving into the foothills. Korbin came to sit next to her in front, watching the rearview mirror and twisting to look through the windows.
“Turn here.” Korbin pointed to a road ahead.
She slowed and turned the corner. Her hands still shook from all the violence she’d witnessed and survived.
“Are you okay?” Korbin asked.
She nodded unsteadily.
“I’m sorry.”
Why was he sorry? She glanced at him. “It isn’t your fault.” He had such a guilty conscience. Who wouldn’t after what he’d been through?
The two-lane road was deserted this time of year. She drove carefully over the patchy ice. “You know this place?”
“There’s a dirt road up here and a few places to camp.”
Driving in silence a moment, she spotted the road and slowed. The big tires of the RV crunched over gravel and ice. It wasn’t an official campsite, just a forest service road.
“Will we get in trouble?” she asked.
His head turned and she felt him look at her.
With a glance she realized by his raised brow what she’d just asked. She started laughing. A grin sprang up on his face and a few chuckles broke free. The tension from what happened earlier began to lighten.