March 17, 2026
I'm always on the lookout for a good story. When Rooster Rob and I were cruising through Truxton a couple months ago, I found a good one. Or, it's probably more accurate to say, the story found me.
He saw some strange sh*t on the night shift nobody in their right mind would ever believe. And then, dead people started showing up.
Western Narrative Mashup #22Dead Man Driving
He heard it coming before he could see it. westbound in the darkness, just beyond Truxton Canyon, the Night Man could see sparks flying as if someone was dragging a barge-full of metal on the two-lane blacktop. He looked around to see if his scrawny visitor was still eating out of the dog bowl, but he had already headed for the hills. The Night Man heard the downshifting of a huge semi-tractor trailer and then he saw the twin stacks belching flame as the monstrosity pulled off Route 66 and headed straight for the station. Whatever the driver was dragging kicked up a rooster tail of dust in the darkness and before he could join the stray canine in the safety of the ridges, the monster truck came to a swirling dust stop and he finally saw what it was pulling and what was making those sparks: an Arizona Highway Patrol car with the top sheared clean off.
She was with a couple of hippie dudes in a Volkswagen bus and traveling at night to avoid the heat. She told him with a smile they were on their way to Disneyland, and had he ever been there before? No, he said smiling as he washed the bug strewn windshield. A grasshopper plague. Too much rain. He told her it has been crazy wet this year. She had on cutoffs which rode up her long legs and exposed a very long scar. He had a feeling she would be back and he was not mistaken.
"Sometimes you will find yourself in the middle of nowhere and sometimes in the middle of nowhere you will find yourself."
—Old Vaquero Saying
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