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doesn’t have to yell anymore.
    “What’s happening there?” Vinnie asked.
    “We got them running. Someone burned down a wood mill, burned a few trucks. . .We got tree huggers climbing the trees, fuckin’ hippies, so they can’t cut them. Hey, you want some?” Blake pulls out a piece of foil and some Draksblood.
    “ This is pure. We don’t even use that shitty trucker speed anymore.”
    “No man, onto bigger things.” Vinnie said.
    Blake chased the dragon with a straw. He inhaled so much smoke that when he blew it upwards it looked like a smokestack.
    “Fuck those fuckers, man. They killed my ole lady.”
    “What! What happened?” Vinnie asked.
    “They burned the house we were squattin’ in. My ole lady was hiding in the closet when they torched it.”
    “Why did they do that?”
    “Loggers tole the fire department the wood was rot, so they come burn it down.”
    Blake started to breath hard: “Fuckers, I’ll kill them!” Blake screamed into the night.
    Indian Valley on 101 was the main thoroughfare for logging trucks full of cut trees, and they worked 24/7. There were giant chunks of bark all over the side of the road from the cut trees. It was a sad reminder that thousands of trees were being transported each day to wood mills and freighters heading to China.
    “ Woah, it’s okay Blake. They’ll stop soon, you’ll see.” Vinnie said.
    “I’m sick of it. Hearing all those trucks day and night, piercing the serenity of Lake Cresent with their fucking Jake Brakes!” Blake yelled. The Draksblood was making his body prepared for war by tricking his mind into giving his body vast amounts of adrenalin.
    There was a rumbling sound in the distance, and it was getting louder. There was a whining noise along with the rumbling that came from the turbo of a large diesel engine, it sounded like an evil torture machine being wheeled on steel wheels. Blake knelt down and pounded the ground with his fists:
    “They will pay, Fuck! They will pay!”
    Suddenly, a logging truck came around the bend towards them. The bright headlights blinded Vinnie, but missed Blake because he was kneeling on the ground. The whooshing and whining of the evil torture machine was rumbling down the highway towards them going seventy miles an hour. The air sucked into the front grill of the truck as it came closer.
    “Fuck this. This is for you Vinnie!” Blake jumped like a frog from his sitting position and flung himself into the air, right as the truck passed. There was a loud thud, a shriveled cat fight sound, then silence, as the truck left exhaust, dust, and Blake’s decapitated body. Josie shrieked from the other side of the road, at the same time Vinnie could see again. She ran over.
    “What the fuck! Oh my God!  Oh no!” She collapsed in the middle of the road. Her head was resting on the yellow line. Vinnie acted fast and pulled Blake’s body down into the ravine. Josie awoke and turned her head, to where her cheek was resting on the asphalt. She was looking in the direction the truck went.
    “What’s that?” She asked.
    “Where?”
    “That round thing down the road?”
    Vinnie started to run down the road. He was going to get whatever it was out of the road, but before he could get to it, a car came. It hit the round object as it drove past. It sounded like an empty plastic jug. Vinnie ran over to pick it up. It was Blake’s head. The skin from his forehead was ripped off and one eye looked like raw hamburger.
    “It’s just a big piece of wood.” Vinnie yelled back. Josie stood up in the middle of the road, as she contemplated everything and was finally deduced to praying, then she sobbed.
     
    They began the long walk over the mountain to Joyce. It was a desolate road at night. It was so quiet, they could hear the rippling waves of the lake and once in a while Jake Brake’s from logging trucks mile away.
    They walked past Log Cabin Resort, it was closed for the winter, happy couples had stayed there and some