the road stayed dark, and started to twist and turn.
he was not sure how to control the truck he had appropriated, along with the million dollars, from the dead man.
maybe i can pick somebody up who knows how to drive this thing, he thought.
and sure enough, there was somebody up ahead, barely visible in the dim headlights he had not figured out to turn brighter.
he passed the walker, and then carefully pulled the truck over to the side of the road, and left the engine running.
hey buddy, want a lift?
always use a lift.
think you know how to drive this thing?
sure. i’m an old truck driving hand from the rio grande.
get in then.
where we headed?
i was heading east.
so was i. mind if i turn these lights up a little?
go for it.
what’s your name?
um - william.
pleased to meet you, william. they call me slim, panhandle slim, when they don’t call me late for dinner or the meanest man in the world.
the meanest man in the world?
slim turned the headlights up a little and moved the truck back on on to the road.
so what is a city looking young man like you doing out on this lonesome highway all by his lonesome driving this old truck?
just heading east. i did not know i looked so city.
didn’t mean no offense. what city are you not from?
i am not from san francisco.
anywhere else?
i am not from moscow or tokyo or denver colorado.
those are all good places not to be from. truck looks low on gas.
we will get some at the next stop.
next stop might be quite a way.
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