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"One at a time, no shoving- forget your bag, sir!" She points at a man who is trying to pull a large bag from the overhead area and holding up the aisle. Smoke billows out of the sides and front of the bus, filling the view from the windows.
Long and short a sounddog driver#
The driver curses and pulls over to the side. "Something's wrong," Alan says, holding onto Dog, who is thrashing and pawing at him.īefore the words are out of his mouth, the engine makes a screeching noise, then a puttering noise, and then dies. But then the air begins to smell, and Dog starts to bark. He doesn't mention anything, figuring that they must be running over rocks or something.
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The only two things of interest to have happened in the past several hours were a short conversation between two of the other bus riders about their jobs (a casino hotel maid and an apprentice plumber respectively) and him experiencing his ears popping from altitude change for the first time in his life.Īt around seven PM, according to the red marquee clock at the front of the bus, halfway up the mountain, a deep rumbling starts coming from the back of the bus. So now he is on the bus, staring vacantly out the window but looking at nothing, and watching unobservedly as the sun slowly sinks over the mountains. It was a start, and a skill he would have to hone.
Long and short a sounddog full#
He hadn't been very good at it, and there was a trash bin full of tickets for buses he hadn't wanted to catch, or buses that weren't scheduled to leave for days, or buses that he is fairly certain do not actually exist, but in the end he'd managed. Of course he hadn't paid for his ticket, but he'd found that- the same way he could manipulate electricity and computers- he could manipulate the ticket printout machines in the lobby. Alan had bobbed his head and smiled and pointedly let Dog on first, daring the driver to say anything.
Long and short a sounddog code#
The driver had held up a hand-held machine that scanned the code with a red laser dot, and the machine blipped in approval. "Right here." He'd presented a printout piece of paper with the scan-code on it- the same page everyone who'd legitimately paid for their ticket had received via email and could have chosen to print out at home or print out in the depot lobby. "His papers?"Īnd here he'd glanced over his sunglasses at the driver. "Where's his jacket?" The driver had said. "He's my seeing eye dog," he'd said, pointing at his sunglasses. Everyone here but him had signed on weeks ago, bought a ticket for over a hundred dollars, and then had packed and prepared accordingly with books and charged smartphones and hand held games.Īlan had shown up at the bus depot, found a bus that looked like it was going far away, and had hopped on, Dog at his heels. It isn't a city bus to be stopped and boarded by anyone with a couple dollars on them it is a reserved-seating bus destined for the next state over. Technically Alan isn't supposed to be on the bus. Technically Dog isn't supposed to be on the bus. The bus is mostly empty there are twelve other people in a coach that seats upwards of thirty. Occasionally Dog will snore or grumble in his sleep, and another bus-goer will glance at them with concern, irritation, or trepidation, but Alan just smiles and shrugs and then ignores them. He is three hours into a six hour drive, and nature sighting can only stay interesting for so long.ĭog sits beside him, half resting on his lap and half resting on the seat. The ground is covered in short, dense scrub that looks as wind-worn and weary as the trees. The sky is blue and cloudless, but looks dusty through the bus window.
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Most are missing branches on their left side- the side where the wind hits them, but some are not. Many of them are dead, desiccated white splinters, torn from the ground by the harsh wind. Branches no longer sprout from one another in a tangle, but stick orderly from the sides of the needle-like trunks of trees that have no leaves, but thin needles. The trees change from curved and large-leaved to tall and spindly. He watches idly as the landscape outside changes, shifting from lush greens to dry yellows smattering occasionally with a dry, thirsty green. The bus is in the middle of nowhere particular. Alan Jacob Campbell, the man with the terrible eyes, is on a bus.