It was roughly a thousand miles to Seven Rivers, New Mexico, and Emmett hoped to make it all in a single drive with no significant stops. He stopped his black 1931 Ford Model A coupe a number of times to purchase gasoline or stretch his legs, and he made the drive in roughly twenty-three hours.
When he got to Seven Rivers, he had no idea where the hell Jimmy McDaniels lived. It was still the middle of the night and there was nothing going on in town, so he napped in the car until nine. He planned to go to the newspaper office to inquire about McDaniels’ whereabouts, but soon learned that Seven Rivers did not have its own newspaper. Instead, it relied on publications from surrounding cities Artesia and Carlsbad. He stopped at a filling station and offered the pump attendant ten bucks for i
