It’s easy to follow here, plenty of curves and only a few gravel side roads, so I hang back. Once again, I’m driving a conspicuously distinctive vehicle. Everything rattles, from the floorboards to the roof, popping and warbling. The steering wheel is as big as a ship’s tiller. After an hour, we’re on the big highway, headed toward Missoula. When the GMC takes an off-ramp I groan; I’m not real good at following in the city, but he stays on the outskirts like a country boy. When he stops at a Conoco, I ease in behind the station, find an air hose to fill a soggy tire, then watch from around a corner as he fuels up. He’s a big guy in his mid-twenties, broad-shouldered without a lot of fat. Unlike Harnack, he looks like he’d know how to use his size. He’s wearing dirty jeans and a couple of shirts with holes in the sleeves. Most striking are his dense brown lamb-chop sideburns, ending just shy of his nose. Thick curly hair crests from beneath a ball cap.
What do You think about One Careless Moment (2008)?
