The Bridges of [Hodgeman] County

He leaned over and reached into the glove compartment, his forearm accidentally brushing across her lower thigh. Looking half out of his windshield and half into the compartment, he took out a business card and handed it to her "[lobiwan, Blogger-Farmer-Drummer.]" His [e-mail] address was printed there, along with a[n URL].
"I'm out here on assignment for [Never Count Sheep,]" he said. "you familiar with the [blog]?"
"Yes" Francesca nodded, thinking, "Isn't everybody?"
"They're doing a piece on [historical] bridges, and [Hodgeman] County, [Kansas], apparently has some interesting ones. I've located [two] of them, but I guess there's at least one more, and it's supposed to be out in this direction."
"It's called [Buckner Creek] Bridge," said Francesca over the noise of the wind and tires and engine. Her voice sounded strange, as if it belonged to someone else, to a teenage girl in Naples, looking far down city streets toward the trains or out at the harbor and thinking of distant lovers yet to come. As she spoke, she watched the muscles in his forearm flex when he shifted gears.