the road. She reaches over and starts turning the radio knobs, trying to find a station worth listening too. Most of what she gets back is static, and her touching the stereo without permission draws a look of ire from her local driver. She stops on a station that comes through fairly clearly, and listens:
I looked, and there before me was a pale horse!
Its rider was named Death,
and Hades was following close behind him.
They were given power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword,
famine and plague, and by the wild beasts of the earth!
Revelation 6:8
My brothers, and sisters, dark times are ahead. Dark times, indeed!
I want you to be ready for when the devil comes for you! And remember,
it won’t be horns, a tail and pitchfork. It'll be a friend; a neighbor; a lover.
Claire shakes her head. “Is that all you got around here, Jesus shit?”
This blasphemous tone sets Judd off, and he punches the button on the radio, shutting it off. He doesn't so much as respond to her question, as he glares out at the road. She raises her eyebrows, shocked by his temper, but turns her attention out the window, wondering what she said.
“Judd, you out there? Pick up,” a male voice buzzes from the radio on the dash.
“Judd here,” he responds, picking up the radio mic.
“Sheriff Williams, here. Boy, I need ya out at the bridge ASAP. Got a couple cars that need to be taken off.”
“Understood, Sheriff. On my way,” Judd hangs up the mic. “We're taking a bit of a detour, girl.”
Claire exhaled heavily. Now she was off on some backroads adventure with this creepy man, and some hick Sheriff. Her good luck suddenly didn't seem so good, anymore.
Sheriff Williams leaned against his squad car, chewing on a toothpick. Mid-fifties, big hat, bigger gut, and handlebar mustache, he wasn't chasing many perps down on foot. He chewed on a toothpick, as he watched Judd's tow truck pull up from behind dark sunglasses. Judd pulls to a stop behind the squad car, and hops out. Claire joins him.
“What's the matter Sheriff?” Judd inquires, looking at the vehicles sitting there at the bridge. He takes special note of the truck. “Shit, is that old man Jenkins' ride?”
“I think so. Who's the girl?”
“Oh, a stray I picked up on the side of the road,” Judd acknowledged the girl, nodding to her. He clears his throat. “Now, what you want to do is head over this here bridge, and just stay on the trail. About a thirty-minute walk, and you'll be in town.”
“Are you sure?” Claire asks, staring at the rickety bridge, and the dark path on the other side.
“Judd, what the hell you doing?” Sheriff Williams look at him, slack-jawed.
Judd raises his hands, and nods. “Yeah, that's the right way girl. I promise ya. Go on now, it'll be dark soon. Get there and find you a motel to sleep at.”
Claire nods, and grabs her bag out of his truck, heading for the bridge. She starts to cross it, and makes it about a third of the way, before turning back to the two men, who stand there watching her.
“Go on, now! Hurry your pretty little head up!” Judd yells after her.
“You know damn well the town ain't that way, Judd,” the Sheriff grumbles.
“Yeah, but that blasphemous little bitch don't know that. Let her wander around for a bit. Maybe she'll learn some respect.” Judd nods, watching as Claire disappears to the other side of the bridge. He looks back at the truck. “So you think old man Jenkins --”
“I'd say so. The ol' timer had all-timers, you know? Forgot who he was half the time. Probably forgot where he was goin', and wound up out
I looked, and there before me was a pale horse!
Its rider was named Death,
and Hades was following close behind him.
They were given power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword,
famine and plague, and by the wild beasts of the earth!
Revelation 6:8
My brothers, and sisters, dark times are ahead. Dark times, indeed!
I want you to be ready for when the devil comes for you! And remember,
it won’t be horns, a tail and pitchfork. It'll be a friend; a neighbor; a lover.
Claire shakes her head. “Is that all you got around here, Jesus shit?”
This blasphemous tone sets Judd off, and he punches the button on the radio, shutting it off. He doesn't so much as respond to her question, as he glares out at the road. She raises her eyebrows, shocked by his temper, but turns her attention out the window, wondering what she said.
“Judd, you out there? Pick up,” a male voice buzzes from the radio on the dash.
“Judd here,” he responds, picking up the radio mic.
“Sheriff Williams, here. Boy, I need ya out at the bridge ASAP. Got a couple cars that need to be taken off.”
“Understood, Sheriff. On my way,” Judd hangs up the mic. “We're taking a bit of a detour, girl.”
Claire exhaled heavily. Now she was off on some backroads adventure with this creepy man, and some hick Sheriff. Her good luck suddenly didn't seem so good, anymore.
Sheriff Williams leaned against his squad car, chewing on a toothpick. Mid-fifties, big hat, bigger gut, and handlebar mustache, he wasn't chasing many perps down on foot. He chewed on a toothpick, as he watched Judd's tow truck pull up from behind dark sunglasses. Judd pulls to a stop behind the squad car, and hops out. Claire joins him.
“What's the matter Sheriff?” Judd inquires, looking at the vehicles sitting there at the bridge. He takes special note of the truck. “Shit, is that old man Jenkins' ride?”
“I think so. Who's the girl?”
“Oh, a stray I picked up on the side of the road,” Judd acknowledged the girl, nodding to her. He clears his throat. “Now, what you want to do is head over this here bridge, and just stay on the trail. About a thirty-minute walk, and you'll be in town.”
“Are you sure?” Claire asks, staring at the rickety bridge, and the dark path on the other side.
“Judd, what the hell you doing?” Sheriff Williams look at him, slack-jawed.
Judd raises his hands, and nods. “Yeah, that's the right way girl. I promise ya. Go on now, it'll be dark soon. Get there and find you a motel to sleep at.”
Claire nods, and grabs her bag out of his truck, heading for the bridge. She starts to cross it, and makes it about a third of the way, before turning back to the two men, who stand there watching her.
“Go on, now! Hurry your pretty little head up!” Judd yells after her.
“You know damn well the town ain't that way, Judd,” the Sheriff grumbles.
“Yeah, but that blasphemous little bitch don't know that. Let her wander around for a bit. Maybe she'll learn some respect.” Judd nods, watching as Claire disappears to the other side of the bridge. He looks back at the truck. “So you think old man Jenkins --”
“I'd say so. The ol' timer had all-timers, you know? Forgot who he was half the time. Probably forgot where he was goin', and wound up out
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