We had to stop flying and walk a half dozen times over the next few hours when we saw people coming, or a house was too close to the road. And we must have passed at least a million cows along the way. Not one had actually looked at us. And not once did I have to actually sit down and rest.
Amazing juice.
By the time we reached Biscuit, it was mid-afternoon and I was starting to get tired again. We found a place to sit in a bar that looked just like Audry’s and the one in Bank. Now all of us were growing bothered by the similar nature of the places. I wanted to run from the bar when a man who looked a lot like the previous two, down to wearing a white apron and carrying a dirty rag, came out of the kitchen and asked us what we wanted.
“Just two glasses of your finest,” I said.
“Sure you all don’t want an early dinner?” he asked. “I just got a fresh load from the fields. Really crisp. We all need our energy, you know, with the round-up coming.”
I glanced at Aahz, then Tanda, then answered the guy’s question.
“After we sit awhile we just might.”
He smiled real big, like I had said the right thing, then went and brought us our juice. He had disappeared into the back room before any of us said anything.
“So someone want to explain to me what’s going on?” Tanda asked.
“I’ve never seen anything like this,” Aahz said. “I thought you two were just imagining things at the last stop. But these three places are almost identical.”
“Are we going in circles or something?” I asked. “Is it possible that all these towns are the same one?”