noticing it only because its muffler was rattling. But, as if it had rounded the block, the same loud truck came by again. It had slowed down so much, it was moving at little more than a crawl. Corky squinted for a better view. As it passed under the streetlight beyond the horse corral, she saw it was a decrepit flatbed with what looked like slat side rails. She’d never seen it before. When you live in a tiny town, you pretty much know not only the people but all their cars, especially since nobody bought anything but Chevys and Fords and the occasional Cadillac, if you were a Boatwright.
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