, the green light glowing in the otherwise dark cab of her Ford F-150. It was 2:00 AM on I-80, miles from the nearest town. Her GPS had died, and the torrential rain made visibility near zero.
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She was new to this, using a 102-inch whip antenna mounted to the bumper, a setup she’d inherited from her grandfather, whom they called “Old Copperhead”. , the green light glowing in the otherwise