The convoy had just rolled through Ennis when it was pulled over by Department of Public Safety troopers; every single passenger vehicle and camper in the group was directed to park in the weigh station's adjoining rest area and await further instructions.
Then the Department of Transportation's onsite staff descended to begin the process of painstakingly checking each and every transport hauler, not only for the proper road permits, but driving logs and inspection records.
Clint Asters gathered his crew.
"We're here until they tell us we can leave," he said with a frustrated sigh. "And it looks to be a full-blown inspection, so chances are good we're going to miss our time in Waxahachie completely. But there's nothing I can do about it. Sorry, guys."
His staff grumbled amongst themsel
