Then without warning it swerved toward her, its front b.u.mper banging into Nancy's door. She struggled to control the wheel, but the van slammed into her again, forcing her car toward the edge of the ravine.
She glanced to her right, and her stomach twisted. The drop was endless, and she was just about to go over!
All that separated Nancy from a drop into the ravine was a couple of feet of shoulder, and the van was continuing to nudge her over.
Nancy accelerated, attempting to pull ahead of her pursuer. She knew she couldn't keep driving at this speed-the road was too treach- erous.
In seconds the van was behind her again, moving up to slam into her from the rear. She rounded a curve and spotted a sign for a scenic overlook. As she approached it, she took a deep breath and jerked the wheel sharply to the right. The wheels skidded on the gravel.
The van followed and was just about to ram into her again when Nancy saw a tall lodgepole pine at the far end of the overlook parking area. She steered her car straight at it. She was just about to hit it when she swerved left and shot back onto the highway.
In the rearview mirror, she saw the van graze the tree she had just missed. Then, to her astonishment, the driver of the van backed up, turned, and roared off in the other direction.
Puzzled, Nancy stopped her car. When she looked ahead of her, she saw a park service vehicle pulling into the parking area and un- derstood why the driver of the van had headed off in such a hurry. He'd seen the ranger, too.
The ranger stopped his car next to hers and jumped out. He was about forty and had a crewcut and neat mustache. "Are you all right?" he asked.
Nancy nodded, even though she felt shaken.
"A van tried to run me off the road."
"Did you see who was driving?" The ranger leaned his elbows on the edge of her window.
Nancy noted the name on the plate pinned to his breast pocket: Martin Robbins.
She shook her head.
"Will you come to my office to make a report? It's near the north entrance," he con- tinued.
Nancy followed him back up the road to the ranger station.
Once inside and settled in a chair, she watched while Robbins filled out a report. "I don't suppose you got the license number?"
Nancy shook her head ruefully. "Sorry, things happened too fast. I did notice the words Minden Linen painted on the door of the van. Does that mean anything to you?"
"It's the biggest linen service in this area. All the hotels in Yellowstone get their sheets and towels from there. I know their chief dispatch- er. I'll call him," Martin suggested.
Even though she only heard Martin's half of the conversation. Nancy could tell that some- thing was wrong.
"Well?" she asked eagerly once he had hung up.
"One of their drivers, Bert Heckleby, missed a couple of deliveries this morning,"
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