Re: The Road, Northbound
The side of The Road, Northbound, south of East Highland Hills
Higgins stood there, powerless. His arms hung limp at his sides and he was incapable of movement or speech. All he could do was watch as the men approached the girl...
With a jolt, Higgins sat bolt upright, sweat clinging to his brow. The embers of his fire glowed faintly as the old cop watched, throwing off the sleeping bag. He knew what happened next in the dream. Sometimes he woke up before, sometimes after. It was always the same, though. He saw the girl's face every day, whether he had the dream or not.
It was still dark, but Higgins could see the light just starting to come up on the horizon. He stood up and took a piss on the fire, the embers hissing and putting out steam. He took a swig from his canteen, checked the bullets in his revolver, and set about striking camp. It was quick work, and soon all of his gear was stowed on the bike where it needed to be. He made one final check, then started his engine and set out.
As he drove down the road at a leisurely pace, the bike started bucking slightly. One of the pistons had loosened up again - nothing that would cause serious trouble but he'd have to go see the Wrecker none the less. He didn't care for the strange man or his dogs, but he'd built a solid machine and he seemed to be the only one who could fix it.
Higgins put on some speed, then, with a destination in mind he was about his business swiftly. He kept his eyes open and scanned the road as he went, looking for trouble.