=PALO DURO=…Chapter 1…-FIRE BALLER-

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 -Roadie- cup.

“You sure the ‘Fire Baller’ will show up?” The young man asked anxiously.

“Yup. 1969 SS 396 Chevelle 4speed Bucket Seats Red over Black. Coming over the hill right… now.”

The young man looked back over his shoulder and about a mile back was a small red dot on the highway, fast approaching.

“You will never catch the ‘Fire Baller’ with this truck. You going to shoot out the tires?”

“Nope. Just sit here.” He got out the truck and leaned against the door and watched as the ‘Fire Baller’ grew from a small dot on the highway to an oncoming roar of red. Then sputtered and slowed down to a stop in the middle of the highway.

Tom went over the passenger side window of the ‘Fire Baller’.

“Hey Jimmy. Nice car this here ‘Fire Baller’. What you get it up to?”