Joe came back. “The car’s ready,” he said. “You’ve got plenty of gas. I’ve put in the things you want.”
Dillon said, “Can you find this dump, Roxy?”
“Sure, I know where it is.”
“Well, come on for God’s sake. We ain’t got all night to hang about.”
Joe saw them to the door. “I’ll be over in a few days. I’ll let you know how things go.”
Dillon grunted and got in the back of the car with Myra. Roxy took the wheel. The car shot off into the night.
Roxy kept the pedal down. The car tore down the rough road, jolting them violently.
“This place far?” Dillon shouted to him.
Roxy shook his head; then, remembering that Dillon couldn’t see him, shouted, “No. It’ll take us about a couple of hours.”
They drove on in silence after that. The car jolted on and on; its beams lighting the rough road, making the pot-holes look like craters.