“Listen umm, sir, I didn’t get your name, I’m Derrick Gold. Humble servant of the Lord our savior Jesus Christ.”
After a too-long, too-tense silence, “No. You didn’t.” Not even a glance over.
“Right. So I appreciate your help back there – my mission went a bit sideways, as you witnessed. Figure it’s best I be getting to heading back in the other direction, though, so if you could just drop me off at the next exit, I can call for a ride from the church shuttle or maybe even risk hitchhiking. I don’t mind. Give me a chance to testify.”
“Not stopping till Little Rock. Left with a full tank.” The Driver took his eyes off the road for a split second to gaze down at the fuel gauge, first time he had looked at anything other than asphalt since the run began.
Panic pitched up Derrick’s voice.
