Hurrying to the old bridge that crossed Yellow Creek, Courtney stepped to the side as a car came up behind her. The bridge was only wide enough for one car and even foot traffic had to climb up on the narrow ledge for safety. The car slowed and the driver's side window rolled down. A familiar face greeted Courtney."Hey, Courtney, how about a ride?" he asked.She shook her head. "No, thanks, I'm good," she said. "It's only a few more blocks."The driver...