A man is driving down a long dirt road.
He wipes beads of sweat off his forehead, then dries the back of his
hand on his stained and tattered utility jeans. The thermometer reads
90. The AC whines and sputters overhead.
The man glances down at his watch. He frowns, and eases the gas pedal down a little. The speedometer climbs in steady increments. The rear-view mirror reads all-clear. The man's face relaxes a little, and the furrows in his brow recede into pleasant, weather-worn wrinkles.
Then a loud BANG rattles through the windows. The man looses control of his truck for a moment, and spins off the road into tall grass. He utters and involuntary curse as the truck grinds to a halt.
