The blindfold over my eyes was soaked with sweat. It was hot in the cab of the pickup. I was squeezed in between the eagle shaman and the rebel who was driving. The road we were traveling must have been unpaved and full of potholes. Either that or the pickup truck didn’t have any shocks left. We bounced and jostled our way along, and I kept one hand on the dash to prevent myself from being flung forward into the windshield.