lucas was hitchhiking through somewhere out west and he got picked up by a farmer in a pickup truck.
the farmer did not talk much and lucas was glad to get the ride and just look at the window and look at the landscape which was kind of gray and did not change much. a lot of it was behind barbed wire.
they saw a young woman standing by the side of the road with her thumb out.
the farmer drove about fifty yards past her and pulled over and stopped.
okay, son, the farmer told lucas. this is the end of the line for you.
you want to go back and pick up that girl?
you are a sharp young fellow. that is exactly what i mean to do.
i think there is room for all three of us in this seat.
don’t argue with me, son. just get out.
all right, mister, thanks for taking me this far.
you are welcome.
lucas got out of the truck and the farmer put the truck in reverse and drove backwards to where the girl was standing.
lucas watched as the man palavered with the girl.
then the truck started up without the girl getting it, and shot past lucas who waved at it, but did not stop and was quickly lost to sight.
lucas waked back to the girl. she was an ordinary looking white girl about twenty years old. she wore a denim jacket and blue jeans and there was a small backpack on the ground beside her.
what was that all about? lucas asked her in his guileless way.
i didn’t like his looks, the girl said.
he seemed like a nice enough fellow to me, lucas said.
not to me.
what’s your name? lucas asked.
blue star.
that’s a pretty name. mine is lucas.
well, lucas, i will tell you what. if the two of us are standing here together somebody driving by will think we are together and that will nor hep either of our chances of getting a ride. what do you say to that?
that makes sense to me, ma’am. you stay here and i will get on down the road. i dod not mean to bother you in any way.
have a nice day.
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