The sign said Atlanta was just ahead. We were thirsty and tired of riding in the truck and looking forward to a rest stop and refreshment. If we felt that way in an air conditioned truck, it had to be worse for the those we saw getting on their mountain bikes on the Rocky Bar side. About a mile outside town we rounded the corner and came upon two dicey looking men standing in front of a truck partially filled with firewood. But whereas the two men up the mountain earlier had simply stared (and kept cleaning the gun), the older of the two put his finger up in the universal sign that means, “Hold up just a minute, I have something to tell you.”
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