The Marshall:
Although she wore a scowl on her pretty face, she was obviously glad to see Roadkill and started smiling.
"Long time, cowboy! Shitty, huh?"
"We're going down 84 to Twin Falls. It's 1340 miles of bad road, as you probably know. I made it in about five hours on my bike. It'll take about ten in that garbage scow that my father left you."
Sitting on top of the truck (Hoping it is fine enough, if not he is in the truck), smoking as usual, Roadkill hears a strange but somewhat familiar voice. He looked on as the perky wee girl talked. He couldn't exactly say what her face looked like but after she finished talking he could definitely describe every curve of the girl. Looking back up at her face he smiles and climbs on down.
"Are you f$%k*^g kidding me!"
He gets to her and hugs her, lifting her off the ground and puts her back down
"Now you know Fast Eddie wanted me to have the rig and he would hate it if anything was to happen to her"
He looks at her, using every bit of will power he has to keep his eyes up
"Ah hell, what have you gone and put me into? Surely you don't need an escort, then again" Roadkill winks
"It would be my pleasure"