Part Two: Love on Track

The Story Ends

Josh Nelson swallowed the last of his coffee, crumpled the cardboard cup, and tossed it in the trash bag sitting on the floor of his truck. The asphalt ribbon of the interstate highway stretched endlessly before him, a reminder that for the moment he had no place to go and nothing to do.

And whose fault is that, asshole?

Okay, okay. So it was his. Sort of. But cut him a break, okay? It wasn't as if he'd picked up for ...