Calling The Devil Partner: The Redemption of Howard Marsh 6 (The Jubal County Saga) by Bob McGough

Author:Bob McGough [McGough, Bob]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Broken Oak Publishing
Published: 2023-07-30T22:00:00+00:00

The Path We Choose Is Seldom Free of Leaves

In the end, I had to grab the wheel and snatch it to the right. Jack swore up a storm and had to rip the wheel back from me so we wouldn’t go slamming into the trees. We did, however, go off the road a few feet, the passenger side tires off in the grass that lined the paved road.

“Are you fuckin’ mad?!” he shouted as he got us to a stop. We were fully off the road now as he slammed it into park.

I shrugged. I probably was, but then he was the one who hadn’t been listening to me. It was my car, and I didn’t give a fuck if he was driving. If I wanted to stop, we were gonna stop. I had not a fuck to give about how bad an idea he might personally find it at that moment. “I said pull over.”

He replied with something not very polite; I may have returned the sentiment. It got a little heated, and then it got a good bit more heated. Before I knew it we were standing in front of the car about six inches apart, shouting into each other's faces, when a third voice intruded. It was a good thing it did, or I’m pretty certain we’d have come to blows. And as I’m a scrawny little shit with not much in the way of fighting ability—which, considering my mouth, was not a good thing—that would likely have gone poorly for me.

“I hope this isn’t on my account,” said the voice.

That stopped both of us straight away. I turned, and sure enough it was the hitchhiker that had, in fact, started all this. When I had seen the man, I’d told Jackie-O to pull over so’s we could give him a lift. My cousin had disagreed, him clearly not being filled with the same amount of Christian charity as myself, which led us to the current squabble—one that even I’d admit had gotten a bit out of hand. It was one hundred percent on that man’s account, but this was the South; there was no way either of us would just outright admit that fact. “No, of course not,” I said through gritted teeth, still side-eying my cousin. “Just a bit of a heated debate on lane usage.”

The other man just nodded. This was my first time getting a look at him not while not going fifty-five miles an hour, and I had to admit, he was a little unsettling.

The first thing that stood out was how tall he was, and lanky. He was at least six-foot-four, maybe taller, but I doubted he weighed much above one sixty. He was pale as a sheet, just about, with hair so black that against his skin it might as well have been night made flesh. It was his eyes, though. They were dark—real dark. I’m not gonna say they were black, but they were so brown, they may as well have been.

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