“Vic rode in the bed of the pickup. She wanted to lay down. Several empty feed bags were in the bed, and Vic laid on some and covered with others. For one minute it reminded her of a time she fell asleep in the barn when she should have been feeding the pigs. Vic smiled at that fun memory then was out cold. It was beginning to mist, but Vic didn't notice that, nor the cold wind, nor the bumpy road.”
Book:Vic: Bloody Reprisal