Once across the road, it was down into and up out of the other ditch, Ken jamming the brakes again to miss the fence. He began helping Buck move stuff out of the way, but when they started yanking shrubbery, he had to sit down. “Save your strength,” Buck said. “I can do this.”
I am soooooo bored from the pages of Buck trying to get Ritz onto this golf course. So much of these books is travel minutae, and there are a dozen steps to get anywhere. It's like a video game.
