Ethan

The sky held a ribbon of black clouds rushing off to the East. Sunrise tinted the horizon, but the cheerful yellow orb had yet to show its face when I pulled into the gas station.

I parked my SUV by the pumps and stopped myself before going in to pay first.

In a town like Snowy Grove, nobody worries about pump and dash.

As I pumped my gas, a truck pulled up beside me. Scooter and his nephew, Gordon, got out, both of them talking ...