5 Hours
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5 hours is A non-stop thrill ride that never slows down.
When his girlfriend disappears, Jack Mathews' only option is to drive if he ever wants to see her again. He's got nothing but time, which is quickly running out.
This short story is an adrenaline rush where nothing is what it seems.
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5 Hours - Craig R Baxley
Prologue
Living clouds drifted across an arid plain, painted like a Thomas Moran portrait that captured the mind-blowing landscape. Locust made a steady, unnerving sound while an orange ball was slowly swallowed by the horizon.
Golden grass rippled as the wind slowly snaked through it. And an otherworldly light seeped away across the vast expanse of the Zuni Pueblo Reservation in Grants County, one hundred fifty miles south of Black Rock, New Mexico.
The breeze swelled, whistling and moaning, as an American flag flapped above an ancient Airstream trailer – its busted screen door creaking in the wind.
Somewhere a dog barked as a rhythmic rumble slowly began to grow louder.
A sharp gust snapped a sheet of plastic in the window. Inside, a lamp illuminated a silhouette that stood motionless.
A pair of black eyes watched. An ancient hand ran over the top of a cigarette pack, like a blind man reading Braille.
Outside, a pick-up rumbled into view amid swirling dust and pelting sand. It rolled to an abrupt stop.
That morning, he had raced across the flatlands of New Mexico.
Polarized aviator sunglasses shielded the driver’s eyes from the sun. He climbed out, his eyes fixed on the silhouette in the window. Then he reached inside the pick-up and pulled out a briefcase.
As he moved away from the vehicle with the briefcase in hand, a diamondback rattler coiled, rattling and hissing. With starling quickness, the visitor pulled a Glock-19 and fired once.
The gunshot echoed through the valley, booming like the aftermath of dynamite.
With a final blinding display, the flaming sun extinguished itself on the horizon.
Chapter 1
Five hours earlier
A white band cracked the pre-dawn horizon of the barren Mexican desert. The sun had barely begun to appear.
Somewhere on Route 81 in the Chihuahua Desert, a dark shape continued to grow through a collage of shimmering heat waves, slowly evolving into a black 707-hp Jeep Grand Cherokee Trackhawk.
Inside it was silent, except for the steady hum of the supercharged Hellcat V8 under the hood.
The driver, Jack Mathews, was in his mid-thirties - lean with dark hair and discerning, intelligent eyes. He looked up at his reflection in the rearview, then back at the road. He wore a dark t-shirt and faded jeans.
He glanced over at his passenger, Samantha Collins, and asked, Did I do anything last night I should know about?
Sam had long brown hair and was slim and attractive - sunglasses hid her blue eyes. Her eyes refocused and blinked to attention.
You okay, Sam?
he asked.
She brushed her hair back and looked over at him. I couldn’t get to sleep last night. I think the trouble started with the shots.
He glanced over again. We said we’d come down here and give it a chance.
Silence hung between them. Sam turned and looked into his eyes, staring at him for a moment as Jack continued: I’m trying. You still on board?
She nodded her head, then leaned in and kissed him softly, Of course I am. You dream about me last night?
Jack smiled and said, Sure.
Have a good time?
Yeah… so’d you,
he replied.
She smiled and settled back, her eyes focused on a sign on the shoulder that announced, Antelope Wells Border Inspection Station, 3 miles.
In the distance, a rundown building with a corrugated metal roof squatted in the sweltering heat.
A man wearing a wife-beater t-shirt and ball cap leaned against the side of a pick-up. Polarized aviator-style sunglasses shielded his eyes from the bright morning sun. He wasn’t quite six feet tall - slim, well built with a soul patch under his bottom lip. He was wearing jeans and cowboy boots.
His gaze followed the Cherokee as it pulled into the parking lot of the rundown gas station and rolled to a stop in front of a small market.
A couple of bikers sat between the pumps revving their engines, waiting to take off.
As they climbed out of the Cherokee, Sam grabbed her backpack.
Jack’s eyes flicked past her to one of the bikers, and the biker glanced back. For an instant, their eyes locked.
The biker nodded, a hint of a smile twisting his lips. He gave one of those nods, like I know you.
Jack warily nodded.
The man leaning against the pick-up continued to watch them with an impassive face.
Sam looked at him. A moment passed between them; then, she looked back at Jack. I’ll see ya in a minute,
she called back to him as she continued around the side of the market and disappeared from view.
Jack opened the screen door of the market and walked inside.
The place was empty and blistering hot. Jack got his bearings as he made his way through the market.
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