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For the first twenty minutes or so, Josh realized the Yeti’s seemed to be taking the path of least resistance to get as far north as possible. The green trail weaved around most of the subdivisions by a wide birth as it went, occasionally crossing a road or even a state route. But for the most part they seemed to have avoided even going through any of the groves of trees or forests clustered around the occasional stream or small river that they would find. It permitted the truck to increase to a very high rate of speed. Glancing over nervously from time to time Josh noted that the speedometer seemed to vary between 85 miles per hour and as much as 130 on occasion during very long flat runs. He did a nervous double check and realized he hadn’t buckled up when he got in. He fiddled around until he’d discovered the seat belt was a four-point harness system with a peculiar, but beefy latch system. It took him a few minutes to figure it out, although it was all held by one metal clasp that would come apart in a second should he need to get out in a hurry.
Before forty-five minutes had passed, he’d fallen asleep.
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