Thunder Road
"Hot. Boring. Need action." Jak was sullen, hunched over at the front of the seat, holding the reins loosely in his grip while the emaciated horses tethered to the wag plodded on across the scrub and desert.
"My dear boy, I should have thought that we'd all had more than enough action to last us a lifetime," Doc replied laconically from the rear of the wag. He was lying propped against a rough hessian sack, once full and now alarmingly depleted. His shoulders slumped uncomfortably against the cans, self-heats and withered fresh produce that still lay within. His lips barely moved as he added, "Speaking for myself, I would welcome this respite from a life of constant peril. The merits of an adrenaline rush are, in my humble view, much overrated. Oh, for the balmy days when I could relax beneath the New England skies with a slim volume of poetry—"
"Not talk," Jak interrupted pithily. "Prefer you when crazy to this."
Doc gave a throaty chuckle. "Sometimes, lad, I think that I would agree with you."
Ryan was keeping watch out the back of the wag. It was hard enough to concentrate in the heat, without the added irritation of Jak and Doc. The flying bastard parasites w ... read full excerpt from: Thunder Road ebook
