“If they think I’m alone, they’ll take it all,” the frail old man choked out, desperately gripping my jacket.
Part 1: The dashboard temperature gauge had been hovering near the red line for forty miles. I was just looking for a hose to cool my truck down. I never expected to walk into a nightmare. It was late August in rural Nebraska, locked in a brutal heatwave that baked the earth until it cracked….
