Jennifer slid out of the door of the truck as soon as the trucker came to a stop at the weigh station. Brody followed her and paused to lift his leg on the steaming tire. Using the excuse of trying to find a lady's room, she disappeared inside the building. The agents gave her an odd look since regular people weren't really allowed inside.<br/><br/>She and Brody found a back door and slipped outside. A cover of trees not far from the back door provided a destination. The dog seemed to understand the need for speed and quiet. He led the way to the trees and down an embankment. She ran, following the course of a small stream, putting as much distance between her and the trucker as possible.<br/><br/>A faint calling of her name made her run faster. He stopped calling for her and she heard the truck's obnoxious horn honk twice. Then a rev of a diesel engine. Jennifer collapsed on the crumbling dirt bank, panting.<br/><br/>"Brody, we made it. No worse for wear. now, let's see if we can find a town with a nice fast food place where we can raid the trash cans."<br/><br/>The sun was going down to her left, so Jennifer knew she was headed north. North would be good for a while.