chapter 38 – what a long strange trip it’s been

Saturday morning started before sunrise as Kelby, Jack, and


With Kelby behind the wheel, the Short Bus headed south to Boulder and picked up

At first, everyone but Kelby slept as the bus rolled smoothly along, but as the sun crept higher in the sky, the passengers started to perk up and talk about all sorts of things

Eventually, the short bus passed from Colorado into Nebraska. There were stops for food, fuel,

Jack had been getting more and more nervous as the border with Iowa drew nearer. He didn’t know what to expect and had visions of the bus being stopped and searched at a border checkpoint by a detachment of

Nothing of the kind happened, and the bus unceremoniously crossed the Missouri River into Iowa without any hassle at all. The bus merged onto I-29 for the last miles north to the starting town of


Larry gingerly brought the bus to the exit and rounded the ramp, heading toward the gas station just off the interstate. Everyone was sitting up and murmuring compliments to Larry for keeping such a cool head and not crashing the bus, but Kelby was looking ahead toward the gas station. He said, “Guys, I don’t think that station is open anymore. It looks deserted to me.”
Sure enough,

the gas station hadn’t been opened for years. The windows were boarded up and weeds were growing through the cracks in the parking lot.
Larry eased the bus into the parking lot so that they could change the tire without blocking the exit ramp. As the passengers piled out, Vong mentioned that he had never changed the tire on a bus before, and Kelby said he wasn’t quite sure where the spare was supposed to be. After crawling around under the bus for a few minutes, Nick announced that he could see where the spare used to be, but that there was no spare now.
Traffic hummed along on the interstate bridge above them, but the crossroad running past the gas station was desolate. An hour passed and no one stopped.
For some reason, Jack’s thoughts turned to the beans sitting in his duffle bag in the bus. He remembered that many months ago, Sister Kim had sent him a secret message claiming that the beans were

to be continued...
[a serial by little orphan dbax]
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