Under a Dark Sky [antikvár]

A few years agoIn the dim of the truck's dashboard Hghts, Bix's hand reached toward the steering wheel. "Hold on a second," he said."At ease, soldier." I swatted him away and kept my eyes on the road. We'd already had this argument back in the parking lot of the bar where we'd met the guy from his old unit and his wife. Out of earshot, of course, closing ranks. He usually drovehe couldn't stand to be a passengerbut he'd had one too many at dinner. Three too many. Even so, I'd had to go low to get the keys from him. You get a DUI, I'd said. I'll have to drive you everywhere for a year. I didn't know if that's how it went or not, but neither did he, and also he was drunk."Take a nap or something," I said."Eden, pull over.""You getting sick?" I let off on the gas, pulled to the edge of the road, and unlocked the doors. Bix stayed buckled. "What?""Just. . ." He squinted out the windshield. "I don't know. Is that weird?"Our headlights picked up a pair of bright eyes in the brush. Beyond that, an empty field. We were stopped in the home-