And they went—after which Gisela called down, “Why so rude?”
I exchanged knowing glances with Ank. “Because they were troubled—you couldn’t see it from up there.” I watched as they disappeared down the road. “The kind you can catch.”
And then we continued—toward Leduc/Nisku and what I hoped would be our camp for the night. Toward the Petro-Pass; which I assumed was a kind of Canadian answer to a truck stop.
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We laid our cards on the upturned barrel as Ank looked on: a Five of Spades for me and a Five of Hearts for Gisela. War.
“All right, then.” I staggered three cards face down on top of the faceup and flipped a fourth: a King of Spades. “Fitting,” I said. “Ank and I being Kings of the Road—as it were.”
She hmphed and did the same—laying out a Queen of Diamonds. “Also fittin
