Matt nodded and turned into the dirt road. He had to drive slowly,
because in places there were wash-outs, and the road was grown up with
weeds. A narrow game trail ran down the center, but that was the only
evidence that the road had been used.
They passed other silent, deserted farm houses.
Once Lynn gave a low cry and pointed to the crest of a rise where a
magnificent stallion with his band of mares was outlined against the
bright blue May sky.
"Horses," said Matt. "They've run wild."
The dirt road wound on and on, coming at length to a black asphalt
highway. A sign across the highway read:
LOUISVILLE
14 MILES
"Louisville?" said Nesbit. "That's a fair-sized city. Million and a
half population."