Reliable Chevrolet Republic Mo Novels & Stories

He sent a private message. Brady Chapman: [I've got a tip! Found a fat sheep!] A few seconds later, a reply came. Keith Simmons: [What kind?] Brady Chapman: [A black armored RV! Probably Lv.3. Solo driver. Loaded with supplies—I saw it, packed to the brim!] Brady Chapman: [Coordinates: C996 Zone - 87.3, 28.9. Near the gas station.] There was a brief pause before Keith replied. Keith Simmons: [Solo? Armored RV? You sure?]

The sun was long gone below the horizon when two black SUVs inconspicuously pulled along the side of a dirt road a few miles away from I-49, still a good mile’s walk from their final destination but far enough away not to attract any unwanted attention from the residents of SouthWest Moe’s RV Park and Campground. Cadence had wondered if Moe was just a clever take on the abbreviation for the state of Missouri until she saw the website and realized the owner was an older fellow by the name of Moe Wilson whose parents may have had an affinity for slapstick and eye-poking. She wondered if he had any brothers named Larry or Curly.