The SUV braked hard again. Dan reacted on instinct, countersteering to keep the trailer from folding. The tires fought for grip, the trailer fishtailing dangerously. His palms slipped on the wheel, sweat mixing with rainwater.
He found his opening and jerked the wheel left. The truck straightened, roaring forward. The pickup swerved closer, bumping the trailer’s side. Metal scraped, sparks showering into the storm. “Back off!” Dan yelled, slamming the horn.