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“What do you think of it?” Ek Chuah asked, as he got out of
the cab of the truck, and wiped away some dust that was on the
hood.
“It’s a big truck. How did you pay for it?” Tital questioned
him.
“Solid gold bars and a little silver. You think they had never
seen real money. The 5th wheel, forty-foot, aluminum horse
trailer is made by Featherlite. The salesman gave me such a
sweet deal I also bought a Ford Expedition, so everyone can ride
legally.”
“How are we going to drive these two vehicles?” Tital asked.
“Not to worry, Huracán told me to take care of your needs. I
have two New Mexico driver’s licenses, one for you,” Ek Chuah
handed Tital an original, valid driver’s license, “and, I have one
for. You do know how to drive, don’t you?”
“Yes, but...” Tital started to say.
“Oh, yes, I got full insurance coverage. I got a good deal with
Progressive. Now, all you need is some alfalfa hay and grain for
the horses.”
“I know where we can get the hay and grain, a place just
outside of town. We are also going to need two drivers for these
vehicles. Bardala and I are needed on the horses to lead these
long drives.”
Bardala and the rest of the crew came out of the store loaded
down with more than a week’s worth of groceries.
“I see we are traveling in style,” Bardala said. “Jonathan,
Ronú, please load the groceries into the back of the Expedition.”
“Here’s your driver’s license, Bardala. I want to keep you all
legal. You do know how to drive?” Ek Chuah asked.
“Of course, but...” Bardala started to say.