After a long hour on the road, Buzzard began methodically gnawing at a long strap of venison jerky. Martha started picking her way daintily through a little drawstring bag of salted sunflower seeds, tongue-flicking her chewed-up seed hulls through the half-open passenger window. Alex had a strong stomach—he could read text off a laptop in a moving vehicle without any trace of headache or motion sickness—but at the sight of this, he shut his laptop and his eyes, and tried to sleep a bit.