Greaseball pulled the Chevy to the side and swung out. Caitrin stood there watching, the unasked question was in her eyes.

"How about you catchin' a ride to the Lucky U? I wanna' make this run alone......and I remember another time.........", his voice trailed off.

Caitrin turned to go, but with a quick glance back whispered an almost unheard, "Good Luck."

Greaseball lit a Camel and slid down into the fiberglass seat.....and waited.

The Plymouth pulled in behind him along with a black sedan but he was beyond noticing. Today it was Blondy and the Vette.