Then I saw it. It wasn’t a mirage. It was definitely the movement of vehicles on the horizon. I was close. Maybe another mile or two more.
I never stopped, as I took a drink from my make-shift canteen. Faster and faster I went. The cactus and desert heat weren’t going to stop me now. Nothing was going to get in my way. The double and triple rigs were going by, less than a half mile away.
I had to stop for a minute. I had been pushing myself so hard, I needed to take just a minute or two and catch my breath. I took a long drink of my water and with a feeling of joy I stepped off for the last part of my journey.
They said there was no possible escape, but I proved them wrong. I made it. Just ahead of me the highway was teeming with activity. Cars and trucks a plenty raced by, traveling
