8AND IT’S PARTY TIME
Dump and I hauled back some folding chairs to
camp and looked around for Stewart. He waved at us from the other
side of the median while dragging a mattress back and stopped and
reached in his belt and held up a billy club. Dump gave him thumbs
up and we turned to resume our foraging.
“I claim that Peterbilt up ahead” I informed
Dump
“Damn! I was going to put dibs on that but
you beat me to it. Probably got better s**t in it than those
cheaper trucks.” He groused.
“Ah Dumpie that looks like a Mack or a
Kenworth in the other lane, pickings should be just as good over
there’ I responded.
“I was just kidding, I will see you in a
few.” he said walking over to the other side of the eight lane
highway we were traversing, eight, hell it was 16 lanes, eight on
