Dakota Tyler 53 | TRUSTED – 2027 |

Dakota almost smiled. “That obvious?”

“Honey, I been waitressing since before you were born. I can smell a drifter three stools away.”

She’d pulled into Millbrook, Kansas, on a Tuesday, driving a 2004 Ford Ranger with a camper shell that smelled like damp dog and regret. The odometer read 217,000 miles. She read that number like a biography.