The night was falling fast and the night was growing cool, much cooler than it had been in Arkansas or Oklahoma. Jennifer shivered and burrowed deeper into the hoodie. She had it zipped up as high as it would go. She had been a little embarassed that Max had said too much was showing. even if it had been, ewww, gross and old guy looking was just creepy. She knew that curves were not her signature trait and it was one reason that few people even looked her direction. Rolling her eyes, she stood looking at the town. The streets ran up as if climbing a mountain and even from here, she could see street cafes where little tables and chairs nestled under umbrellas. There were Native American people in traditional dress standing outside the doors of their turquoise and silver shops, woven rug and clothing shops and art galleries. Lots of people that jostled around her were wearing cowboy hats and heavy silver jewlery. Lights were coming on, one by one as the street lights flickered on.<br/><br/>They walked quietly down the main street until they came to a smaller residential street. Signs hung from some of the houses advertising a bed and breakfast. On the telephone pole at the corner was a sign advertising a spiritual retreat, urging those who felt called to draw on the Earth's energy to assemble. Jennifer examined it closer. The gathering place was in one of the houses on this block, she saw.<br/><br/>"Hey, Max. This ad says that  you don't have to have money to stay with them because all the people here work together for the common good. This says, no strings attached and that all are welcome. The retreat starts in the morning but we can stay here for the night. Once again free of charge."<br/><br/>Max leaned closer to read it and shook his head.<br/>"Sounds like a cult." he said, tersely.<br/><br/>"I don't care what it is, It is free and no questions will be asked. It will be a way to not spend money and be hidden for a few days." she argued. Without missing a beat, she headed up the street.