Three hours. Three hours ago we were supposed to be at our hotel, resting in the soft, comfortable beds of the Budget Inn, watching television, regaining our strength from the long day we had.
Two hours. Two hours until we get out of the Black Hills and into town, where our hotel is waiting. Or so says my father.
One hour. One hour ago we passed a sign saying "30 miles to Rapid...
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