A long haul.

The Sandy Kid was standing in front of the Big Apple Saloon six shooter in hand. All of a sudden Bill and Judy turn the corner laughing hysterically giving the running joke enough of a diversion to allow Josh and Emily to leave the cat castle unnoticed! The Sandy Kid not being prone to unnecessary violence, or work, was running low on cash. He stopped in the H street house hoping to find a card game, but the house was empty. Feeling on edge again he walked to the the back to find Judy trying to haul away with some old bricks! This Judy charicter was becoming a regular around these parts and always seemed to up to some mischief! Mary Frances, the houses owner was apparently skipping town... What kind of trouble had she gotten into? There was a rumor around the dinner table that Silvia and Mary Frances were at the prison when an escape was attempted, and her two sons, regular hired hands, were in town to help her get out. What exactly was going on here? The whole thing seemed to be obscured by a constant stream of laughter. Obscured in deed as the jokes all seemed to have their roots in the distant past, before I had arrived on the scene. And who are Skeet and Liz? Just two more no account jokers, it seems. Tension was building, that's for sure. The hired hands were getting restless and seemed ready to drive off into the sunrise any morning now. First there had to be a climax... It was a deal gone bad, the buyers didn't bring there money to the table, said something about a prospector in California, they would make good on the deal come Tuesday they said. Luckily for them the One Eyed Jack was drinking with his buddies. Mom decided not to call him in. If the deal doesn't close on Tuesday there will be words, hopefully just words. It was Friday morning when Jack and The Kid rode out of town, a whole truck full of lute at their backs. It was going to be a rough ride, and long.
Each tank of gas brought the brothers 4 hours closer to their final destination. Out through the Nevada desert and into Utah. Long stretches of nothing but sand and road. They were tumble weeding along I-70 through the most beautiful roads in the country.
Driving late through Colorado and into Kansas. It was around 3am when they finally tuckered out. The Sandy Kid wanted to stop in Kanorodo but Captain Jack wouldn't settle for any less then a 2 star motel. They almost had out in a gun fight, Kid was worried that if they made them selves to visible the long arm might catch up with them. They finally decided on the Holiday Inn Express in Goodland. Being superstitious folk they decided that the express would help them get out in a hurry if trouble started, but what trouble could happen in a place like Goodland. After six hours of sleep they in an elevator headed south. The woman with the fishing pole was probably drinking the night before and a few quick jokes from Kid had everyone was laughing. A quick breakfast later they were back in the truck. Through Topeka and into Indianapolis, named after the native indian apples of course. Seeing a race car bumper sticker Jack and Kid laughed at the silliness of the sport. "Imagine sitting around in the hot sun watching people turn left all day." "Oh no, he has to stop to change a tire! That's really going to put him behind." The sweetness of their laughter turned sour when they tried to bunker down for the night. "It's the eve of the Indie 500." the man said. Though he was short, fat and walked with a limp he had kind eyes. "No rooms for 30 miles!" he exclaimed. After two hours of driving and 2 hotels later The Kid decided he would drive through the night. When the sun rose Jack took to driving. A few hours later; "This Godforsaken' Shakin! We have to pull over!" Jack exclaimed. The truck shakes violently if you try to drive 45-70 miles an hour you see... There was a governor that wouldn't allow for speeds above 70, but who knows, it might of stopped shaking if they went faster. E=MC2 and shaking dies down as a vehicle approaches the speed of light, right? Around mid day they entered into a peculiar land, a land that is round on the ends and hi in the middle.
Jack dropped off the Kid on the side of the road near where their axillary vehicle was parked. 3D Jack said. 3G The Kid heard... After a long wary trek through the airport parking The Kid called in Jack for his expert tracking skills... The Van was eventually found in 9G. That proves that you never can trust a van to stay where you leave it! The two split up for some time to obscure their tracks and reconvened for lunch at Cheddars. The Kid fought with all the restraint he could muster, but he made a few cheesy jokes before lunch was over. I could tell you what happened just before they got home to Elkins West Virginia but I would have to kill you.