Johnny stared down the straight dusty road, shielding his eyes with his hand against the glare of the July sun. He thought he saw a telltale dustcloud on the horizon. He Waited a few moments staring intently through the scorched air. Just his imagination. He kicked at the fuel pump in the dust by his feet. The fucking thing couldn’t have gone out in town! No. it had to be eight miles out in the prairie. He had walked all the way into town from his shack; now he had to walk all the way back.