Kentucky Dreams

By George Joyner

Jerry was disgusted totally and without reserve. He had paid cash for a sweet little car in Pineville Kentucky. Now less than 75 miles from where he bought it the damn thing fell apart, literately, one fender fell off as it lost a wheel and the engine threw a rod out the crankcase. Taking a deep breath he pulled his, backpack out of the trunk shouldered it and started walking.
He had walked for nearly three miles when the first car he had seen since his car broke down passed him. He stuck up his thumb but the driver sped up and passed on the other side of the road. A few minuets later an old beat up pick up truck came around the curve going in the other direction.
As it got closer it slowed and stopped when it was even with him a head of black curly hair and a pair of blue eyes leaned out the window and asked “you hiking or in trouble:”? He answered “In trouble I think”. “Well you aren’t gonna get out of it going that way the Sheriff down there don’t like transients”.

• Language: English
• Publisher: George Joyner
• Release date: Dec 27, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310669859

George Joyner

George Joyner has been a shrimper, a truck drive, and helplessly caught in activist events that ate his entire cargo of fruit cocktail. Now he writes his stories for the halibut.

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Chapter 1

Jerry was disgusted totally and without reserve. He had paid cash for a sweet little car in Pineville Kentucky. Now less than 100 miles from where he bought it the damn thing fell apart, litterly, one fender fell off as it lost a wheel and the engine threw a rod out the crank case. Taking a deep breath he pulled his back pack out of the trunk shouldered it and started walking. He had walked for nearly two miles when the first car he’d seen since his car broke down passed him. He stuck up his thumb but the driver sped up and passed on the other side of the road. A few minuets later an old beat up pick up truck came around the curve going in the other direction. As it got closer it slowed and stopped when it was even with him a head of black curly hair and a pair of blue eyes leaned out the window and asked you hiking or in trouble:? In trouble I think He answered. Well you aren’t goanna get out of it going that way the Sheriff down there don’t like transients. Then before he could respond hop in back Ill drop ya in town other side of the hill. He climbed over the tailgate and crouched next to the cab. With a back fire and a belch of black smoke the truck pulled on the road and headed on up the hill. As they approached his car he leaned over the side and yelled in the window Its mine it started losing parts. "A girlish giggle was the answer. Then the truck sped up and continued up the hill. As they topped the hill and started down Jerry felt the truck start rolling out of gear. They were already going to fast to jump and he realized he was gripping the side of the bed hard enough to put imprints in the metal. Then he felt the truck start slowing