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"I guess I'll be back for the dog and I'll let you know if I find any real work, Luc. Looking forward to hosing off..."
"You do dat Christmas-girl." Lucas nodded to her as they parted.
Then he went to see about his business with the station wagon owner.
He found Donnie anxiously hovering near Crows VW van.
"Mr. Donnie? I'll hold yuz wagon until we settle up.
I'll be checkin' it out when I get back to da garage, but foist I's gotta get back to my trailer an do some tradin' here. It's market day.
...Youse can ask anybody where my garage is. It ain't far."
...an uh... Good Luck with da wife." A guilty look briefly passed across Lucas face
"..I'll be prayin for yuz."
Lucas tipped his filthy cap bill to Yollie nearby, and he almost smiled:
"You take care girlie! Your folks need any repairs? You give me a holler!"
Lucas turned back to his rig to see the stiffening dead body of the loonie still chained to his back bumper.
A bit of something liquid dripped out of it onto the cracked asphalt pavement.
"Ahh hell... Dont got time ta go carve up dat sumbitch right now."
Lucas opened a container on the side of the Wrecker and took out a tarp.
He unfolded it and covered over the body with it, securing it snugly with some twine.
It would hold for the short slow trip back to his trading trailer.
He called up to Scaff, who was climbing back into the sleeper cab after having helped unload the wounded wife into Crow's van.
"Alright Scaff-boy? We headed back to da trailer... You got overwatch again. Dont fall asleep in there!"
Lucas started up the rig to return to his trailer load of trade goods.
The rumble of the Wreckers powerful engine sounded good.