Scotty put the jeep through its paces, then drove it back to the car lot. He looked at it thoughtfully and shrugged. "I wouldn't call it a pile of junk, but that's only because I'm polite."
The salesman, a lean Westerner, looked pained. "What do you want for the price? A Jaguar?"
"No," Scotty said. "Just something that runs."
"This runs."
"Not exactly. It limps. Put a new timer in, replace the front-wheel bearings, grind the valves, and we'll take it."
Rick smothered a grin. Scotty's wink had told him the jeep would do. His pal was trying to get the price down.
The salesman sighed. "How are you going to pay for it?"
"Cash. Either repair it, or knock off the cost of repairs, and it's a deal."
"You named it. We'll knock off the repair costs."
In another hour the jeep was theirs and the boys had obtained a vehicle registration and Nevada driver's licenses. As they drove to the hotel, Rick asked, "Is it really in good shape?"