Miles hated Texas.  It was the only place in the world where you could drive a thousand miles on a single road and still be in the same damn state.  Driving his old Dodge Charger south on highway 35 toward Alvin after spending the morning in Houston gathering supplies, his anger mounted at the thought he would be late to his target.  There was a lot to prepare before completing his mission, but the drive times between locations were taxing.  Even without the goddamn traffic, the trip will eat up an entire fucking day just getting to the store and back.

This time of the year the sky was crystalline, and even with the chill in the air, the sun beat down with such vengeance the days were warm in defiance of the season.  Miles' daddy used to say there were only...

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