Louisiana
“Okay, we be in Shreveport, Willey, what that computer telling you we got to do now?” Jack asked.
“We got’s to go south on I 49, then we be going East on I 10.”
“We’s on I 20 now, boys keep your eyes peeled for that I 49 road. We sure don’t want ta be missing our turn.” Jack said.
“Look at all them gambling places. I thinks we aught ta stop at just one of them, just to test our luck.” Bob complains.
“Bob we’s been testing our luck our entire lives. I done told ya, I’s growing older by the minute. If’n Willey hadn’t gone and pulled out one of them gray hairs, we’d have a bunch of time for such Tomfoolery. Now’s we be in a race for my life. I don’t want to hear no more about it.” Jack says.
Bob, who is sitting behind Jack in the truck, just shakes his head.
“There’s the cut off for I 49, there on the right.” Willey points out.
Jack, pulls the truck to the left lane, then onto I 49.
“I ain’t never been in Louisiana afor, it sure be flat.” Bob says.
Two hours pass
“Jack, I knows you is growing old fast, but do ya think we could stop and eat, afor we starves to death?” Bob asked.
“I reckon we’s got to eat. We be coming into Natchitoches, we can be stopping there, I reckon.” Jack said.
“They’s a taco place. I could sure use me some taco’s.” Bob says.
Jack pulls off the interstate, and into the taco place.
“We going in, or is you gonna make us be eating in the truck?” Bob asks.
“I reckon, we gonna be spending a bunch of time in this old truck. Let’s be going inside and sitting down to eat.” Jack says.
Relieved to be out of the truck, they enter the store. “I wants me a pile of them taco’s,” Willey says.
“Just none of them burritos. Willey ya know you get the gas real bad. I ain’t driving all the way to Florida smelling ya,” Jack says.
“But I like me some burritos.” Willey protests.
“All that gas that comes from you could kill a guy,” Bob complains.
“Okay, no burritos.” Willey says.
They all get there order and sit down to eat.
“I swear, I saw it. It was the Falk monster for sure.” They hear a man saying from the table behind them. “Big as a bear, and covered with long hair.”
“Where did you see it Charley?” Another asked.
“I was driving I 49, just outside Derry, you know, where 49 crosses that big swamp. It came running out of the swamp, and onto the road. I barley got around it. I was one scarred Indian, I can tell you that.”
“Did you hear that? They’s some kinda of monster, crossing I 49.” Bob whispered to the others.
