“Now,” the older man in the passenger seat of the pickup truck said, “this is all out of my hands. If it was up to me, I wouldn’t put you in this position.” He held his hands up, visible only from the glow of the instrument panel.
“You’re awful quiet back there Jayden,” the driver said. He took the curves of the winding mountain road without slowing down. The chassis of the truck bounced and rattled.
“Now,” the older man said, “I don’t want you to go home to your pretty little wife and tell her we threatened you. Joe and I, well, we didn’t want it come to this.” He spoke as if he was comforting someone.
“Your wife has a real nice ass,” Joe said, cutting the wheel to get around a curve. Jayden lurched over in the back seat and the older man glanced back at him and then looked ahead. He did not brace himself when Joe made a turn.
“Now don’t be rude and vulgar to Jayden here.” The older man shook his head. “It’s a damn shame it had to be this way,” he said. He paused and sniffed. “What is that?” He unrolled his window and took a handkerchief from his pocket.
“He’s gone and pissed himself.” Joe wheeled around another curve, straining the truck.
“Don’t tip!” Jayden screamed, seeing the black gorge on the other side. He did not know it was only a twenty foot drop on a gentle curve. They would not die even if Joe lost control.
“Jayden I know you want to help people, and that’s the Christian thing to do. Oh you aren’t a Christian I forgot. Well, what you want to do aint going to help anyone,” the older man said. “According to Big Jim of course. You just can’t bring in any kind of folks you want here. Big Jim says that’s not going to work.”