World of Hurt
A Novel of Las Vegas
Richard J Pietschmann
Chapter 8
Arden: May 27, 1965
They didn’t leave for Los Angeles until mid-morning, Arden waiting for the always-campaigning sheriff to make a few stops that involved cracking jokes and shaking hands. They took the fancy car that had shown up recently and was kept in a barn at the ranch. It was white with two broad blue stripes running bumper to bumper over the hood, roof and sloping rear deck his father said made it a fastback. It looked like one of those Mustangs but was noisy as hell and rode so rough it felt like galloping after a stray steer. His father sure loved burning up empty desert highways in it.
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