18 Wheels and No Roses
Got your penny? Want a ride?
"Hey, Charlie. You like the truck better? Than the boat, I mean?"
That’s what she said as she walked away from the last ride she should ever have taken. But this one was different. Because this one came back.
Charlie's a trucker, an Independent. Meaner 'n snakes, he’s been there, done that and kicked its butt—twice. What Charlie picks up, he delivers. Now there's missing deliveries - and someone wants Charlie to carry the rap. Then Rosie comes back. It’s not like she’s the first to try to kill him. But she damn near succeeds, and not even the idiot in the lion skin did that. Now Rosie's pissed. And Charlie’s pissed-er. And someone’s going to pay. Because nobody—not god, not demon, not poly-dimensional trans-optical hyper-sentient autonomous non-organic entity—nobody touches his truck.
There's a truck coming—want a ride?