“Can I help you boys?” The trucker backed his semi-trailer a few yards and leaned out of the open window.
Officer Herman wiped his forehead and took off his hat. “I think so. Bob, put the horses back. Todd and Johnny, keep an eye on our prisoner.”
“My gosh, what"s that?” The trucker got out of his cab. He stared at Errl.
“Our prisoner. We phoned ahead but it"ll be another hour before reinforcements get here. Can you give us a ride to the next garage so we could get this truck towed and fixed?”
“Ee-yah, I"m not supposed to take riders. But you"re Mounties, all of you except him, ain"t you? Guess it would be okay.”
“Just to the next town.”
“Yeah, okay.”
But something about the situation with the cops and their prisoner didn"t sit right with the trucker.
Help. You look like a kind hum
