Hurry, Hayden thought. It's a mean highway. It's a headlight zone. One of those flat two-lane stretches in the middle of nowhere on which motorists are instructed to run their headlights by day. Only way anybody can think to cut the fatalities.
People die on highways.
It's what happens. Hayden stepped out of his old pickup and watched the lights of a big rig bear down from the east. Mother and baby. Which was too bad. A cat he could pick up and move.