Running in the dark is quite special. Dodging cars. Remember Montana, if one was to hit an animal and call it into the coppers, you could take home the carcass. Some people drive through Gardner like a bat out of hell, hoping to get some meat for the fridge.
This morning, I was a target three times over. Then there’s that creepy diesel truck that turned on their lights and started following me when I ran by. Gardner is such a creepy place.