Brown Beverly screeched to a halt next to me amidst a billow of smoke and blaring noise. Treev leaned out the window and shot me with his wide wild grin.
"I said boy, get in."
I lit a cigarette and eyed the light colored trail Brown Beverly left in her erratic wake, and the pool forming beneath her rusted frame.
"What's wrong with Brown Beverly?" I asked with my cigarette pursed tightly in my lips.
"Got a big ol' hole in the tank, so I filled her up and told ol' Chuck to give me a five minute head start before he lit it. Now get in."
"Where we going?"
"I was thinking of driving out Denver ways. Doubt we'll make it, but doubt just as much we'll care. This'll be a night we'll not remember my friend, that I'll guarantee.
"We can't drive across the plains at night," I said. "What about the Roving Band of Sodomites?"
"Didn't you hear?" shrieked Treev, nearly crawling out the window for air. "They all went to California for the winter. The plains are ours tonight, and I'll be danged if I got time to sit here and argue with you."
I eyed the bright blue flame winding up the empty village streets.
I got in the car, the door slamming shut like a gunshot in the cool fall air. We sped off into the night with a thick trail of smoke and the fire on our tail; wondering what we'd do, once we got to where.