Four days in the RV without trouble, they made it to Hemingford Home. They got out and stared at the shack. It was actually how Kate remembered it right down to the tire swing.

Actually not everyone was staring at the shack. Rath's attention was on a section of ground that his right foot was tapping against.

"So where is she?" asked Steve.

"Check the inside the shack," said Kate.

"Waste of time," remarked Rath still staring at the spot of ground he was kicking.

Steve walked towards the shack and entered it.

Rath was still tapping against the ground.

"Nobody inside," said Steve emerging from the shank.

"Told you," said Rath still tapping the ground.

"Stop acting like an ass, Rath," said Kate.

"Hee haw," remarked Rath no longer tapping the ground.

"Think you know where she is?" asked Steve.

"Have a pretty good idea," said Rath still staring at the ground, "that your narrow brain can't produce."

"Then lets hear your brilliant idea," commented Kate.

"Boulder, Colorado," he said looking up and staring at them.

"Want makes you think that is she where is?" asked Steve.

Bending down, "This," he remarked picking up a sign from under the dirt.

Written on the sign was, "We have gone to Boulder, Colorado. We are taking secondary roads to avoid traffic jams. Citizen's Band Channel 14."

"No CB," remarked Rath dropping the sign. Brushing the dirt off his hands, Rath pulled a map from his satchel bag. Placing it against the edge of RV's hood, "Lets see which route to take to reach the promised land," this was more to him then to other three staring over his shoulder to look at the map, "That's it south, route 40 the route 25 north."

"Lets take the shorter route," Steve commented tracing his finger along the route.

"No," answered Rath folding the map up.

"Who said you were in charge?" asked Steve staring in Rath's face.

"I did, Steve," returning the stare.

"Listen, men," remarked Kate pushing and stepping between Steve and Rath, "This can be decided without fists."

"What's the option, Kate?" asked Rath.

"Flipping a coin."

"Do you have one, Kate?"

"No."

"Anyone else with some change to spare?"

Both Steve and Jane motioned that they didn't have any change.

Throwing his hands up, "Change, change, I'll give my kingdom for some change."

"Lets see if we can't find some or use something else," commented Kate.

"Throw Steve into the air," remarked Rath, "If he lands on his head, we take his route, but if he lands on his ass then we take my route."

Before Steve could say anything, Jane pulled him into the RV.

"Why can't you behave?" asked Kate.

"I don't him."

"Be grateful that they let us rode along."

"Doesn't mean that I have to let him run the show."

"You're just mad that we are not going north."

"Kate, you're so blind."

"What does that mean?"

"Your fear of being alone blinded you to the danger of others."

"Steve's harmless."

"Only because of me and you're life history proves my point."

"Well then why do you stay?"

"Because of you."

"Well I don't need you," saying that she walked towards the shack. Sitting on the porch, "Bastard," she thought resting her chin on her hands, "He thinks he knows me. I'll prove him wrong."

Light from the sun reflected off something that caught her eye. Her fingers brushed away the dirt. Picking it up, she had found a half dollar.

Standing up, "Found a coin!" she shouted walking towards The RV.

Leaning against the RV, Rath's head tilted up as Steve and Jane exited the RV.

Showing both sides of the coin, "Heads, Steve. Tails, Rath," stated Kate flipping the coin, "Call it, Jane."

The coin turned as it went up. It continued turning until the ground stopped it.

"Tails," declared Jane.

"We're leaving in the morning," said Rath walking towards the shack.

Steve mumbled as he entered the RV. Both of the women hoped to get to Boulder before the men killed each other.

Sitting on the tire swing, Kate watched the sitting sun while losing herself in her thoughts. Today's drama got her wondering if she was going to survive this. Rath. How she couldn't stop thinking of him? Ever with Hector. She hoped Rath would return even if she blamed everything on him.

Sighing, if they lived through this, she owned him an apology. Laughing, how many times did she apologize without meaning it?

Footsteps crutching corn stalks interrupted her thoughts. Turning towards the sound, it was Steve walking towards her.

"Hello, Kate. Enjoying the sights?"

Staring at him, "Yes. Why are you here?"

"Sun sitting and beautiful girl sitting on a swing, do I need a reason?"

"Yes, you do."

"You're a smart and direct girl."

"Depends on ones opinion and being around Rath one has to be."

"Believe he's wrong for taking a longer route."

"Better have proof beside he doesn't care how long it takes as long we get there."

"We could make him see it our way if we team up."

"He'll leave first before he'll follow you."

"Trying to say that he's a better man then me?"

"You already know the answer," she said getting up.

Steve step in front of her.

"Move," she said.

Placing his hands on her shoulders, "Listen," unbuttoning her shirt, "I can make it worth your while."

"One problem."

"Yes."

"This," shoving her knee into his crotch. Watching him cover his crotch in pain, she rebuttoned her shirt. "Besides I feel safer around Rath then some men I have met," walking towards the shank. "Rath proven right again," she thought.

Rounding the corner of the porch, she saw Rath sitting on the top of the steps. He stared at her.

"Walked into a post," she said walking past him.

He just nodded his head as she entered the shack.