The line of oncoming vehicles whizzed past him, one after another.
For the first time since finding himself on this highway, however, Lucky saw a clue to getting off. Those gates made this highway what it was. Reminding himself to remain calm, he paced the truck patiently, waiting for it to stop. Sooner or later it would have to, in order to drop off more gates.
A large, weirdly shaped shadow fluttered across the hood of the car. He leaned forward to look up through the windshield, but couldn’t see anything in the sky. Besides, the car left the shadow behind in another instant.
The truck rolled on across the prairie. The day wore on. Lucky checked his gas gauge, afraid that if he had to pull over to fill up, the truck would roar away from him forever. His fuel was still good, though.
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