At about the halfway point, he broke down in a parking lot of a roadside diner. His screaming and crying and assault on the steering wheel of his Jeep must’ve been quite a sight to any potential onlookers. But no one dared approach him. Perhaps it looked obvious that he was upset over a loss. Or maybe he seemed too crazy and dangerous to be worth initiating conversation. Regardless, he wailed and lashed out at everything within reach for the better part of an hour before placing his arms on the wheel and burying his face in them.
He sobbed until his head pounded.
It was a beautiful, crisp morning, with soft light and the smells of a forest drifting down from a nearby mountain. A cool breeze touched the dampness on his cheeks and fought with the blood that rushed to his head during the ou
