Winter 1957 – A Heat Strong Enough to Burn Sin Out of the Bone

 

The pickup accelerated right at me. I dodged to the side. As it passed, I smashed my hammer into the the rear right wheel. I was rewarded by the sound of the tire shredding against the inner fender. The driver lost control and it slid off the road into the ditch. The hood crumpled as the front of truck smashed into the ditch bottom. Simultaneously the windshield was shattered as the driver was thrown through it. 

There was a moment of silence. Then the driver began to scream. I wasn’t sure if that was a good sign.