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Kimmy & the Preacherthis story is part of the FanClub (fm:one-on-one, 4507 words)

Author: Melinda Dawn
Added: Mar 21 2007Views / Reads: 1540 / 1295 [84%]Story vote: 8.40 (5 votes)
Kimmy thumbs a ride with a preacher, survives a crash, a storm, and a night at "Tate's Motel."
 


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Kimmy stood on the shoulder of the road, waiting for her next ride as twilight slowly completed its transitioning of day into night, a night that looked to be just as hot and steamy as the day... but that's a normal thing throughout the Midwest in mid-July.

She'd just had a long, refreshing shower with another young woman, but as she spent most Summertime weekends, she felt compelled to walk back to the interstate and hitch another ride to who-knows-where. A few hours and many miles later, she hoped to find a place to bed-down for the night, but that she'd worry about later. Besides, if nothing tempting presented itself, she could always have a snooze in a booth at some 24-hour roadside restaurant or even at a cheap motel, the kind that truckers will use if they're behind the wheel of a company truck (as opposed to driving their own cab with a sleeping area behind the seats.)

The headlights that she saw far off to the north came closer and soon a new spurt of traffic appeared. Cars and trucks approached in a large pack, as if they were parts of a caravan traveling that way for safety. Kimmy thought of how settlers heading west across the Mississippi would travel in wagon trains with strength in numbers, able to circle their Conestoga rigs at the first sign of trouble from the Pawnee and other unwelcoming native residents of the vast prairies back in olden days.

One bad thing about such closely-packed groups was that it was less ...

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