EHH Travel Stop - Motel 6
"Bull-Shit!"
The semi-articulate battlecry greeted Christmas as she stepped into the gloom of the Six's lobby. Her boots tapped on the smooth tile floor instead of crunching the way they did in the dirt and the dust. It was a uncanny reminder of a vanished world that the walls of the Six remembered better than the human beings who lived and died within them.
The shouted exclamation came from Chet the Dog. Chet loved dogs, because they were loyal and obedient companions just like him, except for the loyal and obedient part. Chet also loved dogs because they grilled well and their skins made a supple leather. Chet was arguably the Wrecking Crew's best wheelman. He always bragged that he drove through all the terrain the wasteland had to offer and never got a vehicle stuck. That's what he said anyway, and the rest of the Crew backed him up on it. He was a good knifeman too, but the scars on his arms and torso proved that it took him longer to learn that skill than his driving prowess.
While he had never gotten a rig stuck, he was now stuck in a staredown with Hog. The two men faced each other at arm's length. Chet's hand clenched and relaxed, eager for the hilt of his knife. Hog stood stock still looking down at Chet, his knobby callused hands hanging at his sides. His expression was inscrutable behind his long tangled beard.
"Why don't you just simmer down there, Chet." His voice was smooth and calm. "You and your boys left that rig for dead, and you know it's finders-keepers out on the Road. I don't see why you're so barkin' mad."
The small lobby was crowded with road warriors, their eyes fixed on the confrontation between Chet and Hog. The rest of the Wrecking Crew were there, crowding the former breakfast area. Most of them were still lounging on the old chairs or leaning against what empty wall space they could find. Jackdaw still ran the Wrecking Crew. He sat on an old plastic bench in his usual stiff-backed way, sipping from a plastic bottle and watching his man intently. Reyna looked from Hog to Chet, her lips set in a grim line. She would draw and fire in an instant if Chet threatened her man. The Brothers leaned quietly against the old front desk, their hands resting casually by their pistols. Colt fidgeted, glancing at Elias every few moments. Elias motioned him to silence, then shrugged away from the topless girl massaging the knots out of his shoulders. The room stank of charcoal and the cloying scent of local homegrown, with the stink of rank perspiration beneath it all. A grill made from a 55-gallon drum cut lengthwise added the rich smell of cooking meat to the air. The grill was piled with shishkebabs, and behind the grill, leaning against the wall with his cowboy hat cocked back on his head, was Ten-Gun Brad. He took a long drag on a thick blunt and exhaled a long plume of smoke.
"You snooze you lose, asshole," he began. "Why don't you just shut the fuck up, Chet."
Chet's mouth worked furiously, but anything he was about to say was interrupted by the soft gurgling of a bong. A pale scrawny woman in road leathers sprawled on a battered couch, sucking down a hit of homegrown. She held the bong out to Ten-Gun, but he had a blunt in one hand and the butt of his pistol in the other, so she set the bong on the cushions and brushed her lank black hair from her face. She leaned forward to put the burning stick back in the grill, and caught sight of Christmas. She smirked and picked up a shishkebab and held it out to Christmas.
"Hey Christmas. Want some meat?"
It was Sick Peejay, Finder of Lost Holes as she called herself, back from wherever she went to do whatever she did. She grinned with her too-prominent lips, somehow unsettling on her emaciated face. Her nose was prominent too, and she would occasionally murmur about men hiding in their dens in the rocks and all she needed to do to find them was follow her nose. She also claimed she could do something she called dowsing, but no one knew what that was so no one cared to challenge her on it. Truth be told, no one cared about anything Peejay said. They just cared about the salvage she brought in, and they asked precious few questions about how she acquired it.
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