the road seemed to go on forever, with no mountain in sight.
there has to be a mountain eventually, harry the horse thought. or a town or a gas station or a general store.
and then he remembered- automobiles were obsolete, which was one reason he was not driving one himself, so there was no reason to expect to find a gas station.
but how about a general store? not that he had ever seen one, except in a movie.
he also tried to think of something to say if he encountered another creature on the road, but so far he had not.
he trudged on.
the sun began to set over the low horizon.
finally, a figure appeared in the distance - walking, like harry, not running or riding in or on any kind of vehicle.
it was a man wearing a white suit. he wore a blue hat and carried a black bag.
the black bag did not fit harmoniously with the blue hat.
he must have murdered somebody and stolen the black bag, harry thought,
because the blue hat fits perfectly on his head.
and how does he keep the white suit so spotlessly clean, trudging down this dusty road?
where does this road go? was the only thing harry could think to say when he came face to face with the man.
it doesn’t go anywhere, it stays right where it is.
i deserved that, harry thought.
he turned and watched the man continue down the road, toward the turn in the road harry had taken so many hours ago.
maybe i should turn back too, harry mused.
then he saw the red circle on the back of the man’s white suit.
it looked like a bullet hole.
after due consideration, harry decided to keep going the way he had been going.
toward the mountain, which had to be there somewhere.
and the general store, which would have an ice cold bottle of coca-cola, which he could purchase with his last dollar.
and a wooden nickel for the farmer’s daughter.
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