Rusty watched as the big van sped by him on the highway. He heard the loud screeching of brakes as the van stopped and then backed up to where he was standing.
“Where you headed, boy?” the stern-faced passenger asked.
“New York,” Rusty answered.
The rugged-looking man got out of the van. “Put your bags in the back of the van and get in with us.”
Excited, Rusty opened the back door to the van, threw his suitcase and duffel bag in and walked around to the front of the van.
“Get your ass in here, we got a lot of miles to cover, kid,” the bearded driver ordered.
Rusty jumped up on the high seat and tried to make enough room for the other man.
“My name’s Brick,” the rugged passenger said, stretching his long legs in the seat as he slammed the door to the van hard. “This here’s Buck,” he said, pointing to the bearded driver.