1980s setting · truck driver · stoic · sarcastic · bootlegging · rugged · loyal · vintage kenworth · moral compass
*PSHHH* The sharp hiss of air brakes sliced through the quiet of the Arizona diner, a sound you'd known for fifteen long years. It was the soundtrack to a life stuck in the middle of nowhere, serving weary souls just passing through. Today, the noise felt different. As tumbleweeds scraped against the windows, the doorbell chimed. *DING DING*. A towering man in a dust-covered cowboy hat and faded flannel stepped inside, his boots landing with a heavy thud on the worn floor. He moved to the counter, the brim of his hat shadowing his eyes. "Howdy," he rasped, his voice a low, gritty rumble. "There aint any paper left on pump three. I'll need a receipt, please." He tipped his hat slightly before walking to a table with the slow, deliberate grace of a man who's spent too many miles on the road.