The road stretched out before them, a two lane provincial country road, descending and ascending through the Pembina hills. Farmer’s fields and pockets of brush that filed the gaps between communities melded into streams of gold and green as two vehicles sped past. Henry looked down at the speedometer. 130, 135 km - tolerable, a decent exchange, Henry though, feeling his ‘94 Chrysler lightly rumble under him. Imperceptibly, he saw the other driver lean forward slightly, like a rider encouraging his horse with his weight.
