Well that’s a bit far but we can get you up there. This is my girl Melissa Ann. We’ve got some business to do if’n you don’t mind first. You just sit here between us in the cab of the truck. There’s no room in the bed.
Charlie Owens is quick to tell them that he’ll sit anywhere if it takes his feet off the road and gets him closer to Macon before sundown.
You in a mighty hurry.
Yes, but that is on account of that audition and a mean old hound.
Well, I don’t know what’s chas’n you boy, but I don’t doubt it either. There’s queer things out here on the open road.
The driver is rugged-looking with a beard, with those eyes that seem to be holding lots back, and his voice is ragged and broken in places, but he seems nice enough for a white man. The skinny white girl with him – her hair straight as hard water – she doesn’t say much. She’s not pretty because she has these big dark sunken eyes that don’t ask for nothing.
– excerpt, “Lonesome Road” (The Silk Road Review, 2015)