Doug the Neighbor
4 min readJan 31, 2023


The two men sat in the pick up truck on Highway 217 just west of Palo Duro.

“Why we stopping here?” The younger man asked. He wore a tie and slacks with city shoes. “You even know where we are?” As he looked around the barren landscape and put his elbow out the window.

“Yup. Right here. We got about 2 more minutes.” Tom, the older man, checked the rear view mirror. He wore cowboy boots. Kahki pants and a long sleeved pressed shirt, immaculately white. Clean shaven and wearing a brown cowboy hat, he put his hand on the steering wheel and took a sip of water out his…