Connell, Washington clattered and clanked like a supermarket shopping cart with a broken front wheel.
She drove straight through. Myths were on her mind.
Myths struck her as easier to find here in the west than back east.
She thought about what he’d said. How every myth struggled to survive against the overwhelming force of history, but eventually came out on top.
At the time it made sense. The two of them had been in Bishop, California looking for his sister.
Now she rolled through Connell, Washington, beneath a sky that sparkled with victorious myths.
