As she climbed up into the rig, he asked, “So where you headed, miss?”
“Wherever. Away from here.” She settled in, not at all nervous. Clearly she’d hitched before.
He’d heard that song before, knew the words by heart. “Things at home not going well?”
“It’s just hard. There’s never enough food.”
Earl nodded. “I hear that. Had to tighten my belt a time or two. Though,” he patted his belly and laughed, “not lately.”
She smiled, a wide-mouthed smile that showed her teeth: sharp, pointed, animal-like. “That’s all right. I like a man with some meat on his bones.”