We headed back to the road and off to town.

"There is something off about the town," Bubba said as he splashed through the holes that I had to winch through. Even driving my truck, he was a genius. "I'm not fond of the town, but the people have always been friendly. Last few times I went in the words were the same, but the feeling was different. Can't explain it better than that."

"If our plan works," Bubba said, "I'll let Frank know and he'll pass it along." He waved ...