Truck's still running good. It wouldn't dare do less, for me.
All dead but Tavish, now. God, I swear I did my best.
Fought and shot and killed and I did my best.
He's starting to ask questions. I can answer them, yes, but are the real answers going to make him sleep any better?
Crossing the river to Wisconsin. Cold as hell. Kid seems to sleep okay in the camper.
Low on gas.