CHAPTER 14
Zelda McCord stepped out into the crispness of a November morning and stretched, hoping to unlock her tightening muscles in her neck and back. If she was being honest, drinking last night probably didn’t help. The selection of Air BnBs in Rosebud and the surrounding area was neither wide nor deep, and as such her accommodation was a little more rustic than she would have liked.
She held a cold can of Mountain Dew against her forehead, hoping that it might forestall the headache that she could feel starting to push in on her. After a moment, she pulled her blonde hair into a ponytail, and then placed a black ballcap atop her head. Reaching inside her jacket pocket she put on very dark sunglasses to protect her eyes from what she determined was