He looked at the road streaming toward him. The white lines and blacktop disappeared like magic under the hood of the F 100, a mesmerizing and exciting phenomenon. Then, turning his gaze to the window, he watched the countryside flicking past, and the stately progress of the distant, blue-shrouded mountains.
This, he thought, must surely be the best place to be, in the whole world.
If there were better options he certainly couldn't think of them.
He also couldn't stop grinning.
He finally turned his head from the view and looked across at Shane, who drove with eyes focused on the road, one hand gripping the wheel just a little off Top Dead Center.
Sensing his gaze, Shane turned and grinned back at him. "Good to be gone again, hey buddy?" he said, raising his voice slightly over the noise of the wind, the road, and the engine.
Brando didn't answer. He didn't need to. He just grinned a little wider, if that were possible, and turned back to the window.
Yep, he thought, This is surely the best place in the world....
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