Mango Digger: A Mango Bob Adventure by Bill H Myers

Author:Bill H Myers [Myers, Bill H]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hamilton New Media
Published: 2018-03-28T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Four

My biggest mistake was believing Digger when he'd said there was enough fuel to get to the store and back. Instead of listening to him, I should have believed the flashing warning light on the dash. It was telling me I was about to run out of gas. The gauge said the same thing; the needle was pointing to the wrong side of empty.

I'd gone little over a mile when the engine stumbled. At first, I figured it was cold and just needed to warm up. I punched the gas, and it ran fine until I was about halfway through a right-hand curve. The engine stumbled again. A cough, then no power. It came back to life on the straight-away but stumbled a third time on the next right hander.

I pumped the pedal, trying to keep the motor going, but it didn't help. It died, and the rest of the warning lights on the dash lit up. The Pathfinder was out of gas.

I shifted into neutral and let it coast. It was mostly downhill to the highway and I figured if I got that far, I might be able to restart the engine and find a gas station nearby. Worst case, I could walk.

When I got to the highway, I lightly braked for the stop sign and not seeing any traffic, coasted on through taking a left. Up ahead about a quarter mile, like an oasis in the desert, I saw a sign for Wyles Kwik Stop. A gas station right where I needed it to be, downhill all the way from the stop sign.

I coasted the Pathfinder up the pumps and put twenty dollars of gas in the tank. Seeing a beer sign in the store window, I went inside and bought two twelve packs of cold Budweiser.

Digger would be happy, beer and half a tank of gas on me. With the little Pathfinder fueled up and twenty-four cans of cold beer in the passenger seat beside me, I headed back to his trailer to see how he and Abby were getting along. Hopefully, they were both fully clothed and still outside sitting in the lawn chairs.

Getting back to the campground was easy. The Pathfinder's check engine and ABS lights were still lit, but the low fuel light wasn't. Wind whistled through the plastic covering the busted rear window and cold air streamed out of the heater vents. I was glad Abby had made me change into warmer clothes. Had I not, I would have been mighty cold. Maybe her 'gift' had told her I'd be taking a trip in Digger's broken-down SUV.

I'd been gone a little over twenty minutes when I got back to campground. I parked the Pathfinder where it had been parked before, grabbed the beer out of the passenger seat and headed to where I had left Abby.

As I got close, I noticed that Digger was no longer sitting in the chair next to her. He was squatting on the ground facing her, about five feet away, a row of crystals lined up in front of him.

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