Sam Shelton was trying hard to stay awake and finally decided that he needed some coffee. Sam pulled his rig into a vacant lot next to a mini mart. The store was empty except for the clerk behind the counter.
Sam poured himself a large coffee and sat down on a bench to drink it. The coffee was good and strong and he felt better already. "What are you hauling?" the cashier suddenly asked. "I'm empty" Sam responded automatically. Five years before, his good buddy Jason had been killed in a hijacking and since than Sam had never talked about his load.
Sam finished his coffee and went back to his truck. Something about the cashier bothered him and he wanted to get the hell away. As Sam pulled his truck away from the mini mart, he noticed a car pull out from behind the store and began following him.
Sam stepped on the gas and the following car kept pace. On a deserted stretch of road outside of a small town in southern Idaho the following car made its move and tried to overtake Sam's truck in the opposite lane. Sam reached under his seat and pulled out his Mossberg 12 gauge. With his right hand, he positioned the barrel of the gun outside of his open window.
The car was moving up fast and Sam could see the passenger had a rifle. When the car had moved abreast of his driver's side door, Sam put two rounds of buckshot into the car and then watched as it veered off the road and smashed into a tree.
Sam slowly moved away from the wreck and then noticed two trucks blocking the road and men with rifles crouched behind the vehicles. Sam accelerated and blew through the lighter trucks while the men with rifles scattered. Glancing at the clock on his dash. He would have to hurry if he were going to be on time with his delivery.
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