The car cut through the deserted road,

The car cut through the deserted road, tearing through the night landscape as we headed to Cheyenne, Wyoming. I sat in the back seat, lost in thoughts about my missing children. Caleb was driving, and Hunter kept a vigilant eye on the road ahead, the heavy atmosphere punctuated only by the constant sound of tires on the road.

Sensing the tension in the air, Caleb broke the silence, “You two are very quiet.”

Hunter, straightforwardly, replied, “I'm focused on picking up the scent of the boys or Jeff.”

Caleb tried to lighten the mood with a smile, “Doesn't seem like you're enjoying my company.”

I remained silent, my mind consumed by worry and anxiety and time passed slowly as the darkness of the night unfolded before us.

Caleb, noticing the seriousness on Hunter's face, tried to ease the tension, “I bet Jeff isn't around these parts.”