Summary:
<blockquote>Elizabeth Mauldin, driving fast along the skeletal remains of Arizona’s US-89, somewhere near Tuba City, saw a far-off glint and yanked her steering wheel hard to the left.
Her custom-built tow truck left the broken roadbed and plowed into the scrub, red sand rooster-tailing behind her as the eight knobby rear tires bit hard, shredding small clumps of sage-green bushes into confetti.
Bouncing in her harness, Mauldin felt adrenaline coursing through her body, easing the dull ache that constantly throbbed in her gut.
She wasn’t sure if the glint was another ground-vehicle or an old, broken window that had happened to catch the sunlight. More than anything, though, she hoped it was Big Bertha.</blockquote>
➤ oh my god it's a horse girl story about bonding with the wild mustang except it's rogue ai cars instead of horses
