The Road That Bites
A drifter takes a short job in Blackwater, gets publicly Humiliated when his ute dies, and finds drag marks that may lead to vanished drivers.
Read what Mark says
I left Bellwether with bruised ribs and one escaped crate still on my mind. I drove north to Blackwater, where Nell, the roadhouse cook, hired me for 3 days in the pump room.
I thought keeping my head down would make me useful. Then my old ute died with an embarrassing clatter, 3 truckers laughed, and Dean Harrow filmed the whole thing.
I could have driven straight on. Instead, I found 2 fresh drag grooves cutting through the Harrow garage yard. No vehicle had crossed them.
Clyde Harrow, who runs the recovery crew, caught me checking the soil. He told me the back lot belonged to him now and ordered me out.
He wanted me gone, but those grooves stayed fresh. If a truck was dragged somewhere, someone here had taken it off the road.
I decided to stay long enough to learn who was making drivers disappear. Then a tow truck stopped beside a barely damaged tyre, and I watched it follow the highway.
