The engine started, loud and rough.

Arthur rolled down the window.

“You owe us more than this piece of junk is worth,” he said.

He put the truck in gear and drove forward, cutting across the grass to turn around.

I stood in the dirt driveway and watched the red taillights bounce down the long gravel road.

I stood in the driveway until the dust settled over the gravel.

The tracks from my own truck were pressed deep into the mud near the porch.