“Where did you come from?” Howard asked nervously, crawling, then groping to his feet.
“We were gonna ask you the same question. You can put that there gun down now. We ain’t gonna hurt yuh.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Just traveling through, mister. Going to California. How about you?”
Howard pointed the barrel at the truck. “What’s that thing?”
“What’s what?”
“That!” Howard shouted.
Rufus frowned. “You mean the truck?”
“What is it?”
“You’re acting awfully strange, mister. Ain’t you never seen a truck before?”
“Where are the horses?”
“It... it doesn’t have any horses.”
“What is this place?”
“Oklahoma. That is Quapaw over there, yonder.”
“Who else is with yuh?” Howard asked, clearing his throat.
“No one. Just us four.”
“Where are my boys?”
“Who?”
“The others... who were
