The Points Between: Chapter 18

The Picture and the Dream

“Here we are,” Buck says.

Matthew leans right as the pickup trick turns sharply into a long gravel road that slopes down into a thicket of trees.

“This is River Road?” He looks at the road doubtfully. It’s narrow, barely wide enough for two cars to pass each other by. Large gashes where the gravel has been stripped away are half-filled with dirty, stagnant water.

Buck snorts, amused. “Someone just outed himself as a big city boy.”

“Guilty,” Matthew sa...