The Hitchhiker Rule Book HTML version

It wasn‟t the face of the typical hitchhiker and that decided him. It was a long trek back to the city
and if he didn‟t pick her up she might be strolling along the Colorado interstate at night, and be the next
girl that vanished before dawn at the hands of some faceless John with a fetish for squeezing necks and
tossing corpses in untraveled sections of woods. So Dennis took it upon himse lf to be the savior of both
her and his own peace of mind, and pulled his Jeep into the breakdown lane and let the engine idle as the
girl quickened her pace to catch up.
“My God,” she said, and he heard a backpack that sounded like it was holding a ton of bricks hit
the rear seat like a bomb. “I thought no one would ever come!” She opened the passenger door and used
the foot ledge to climb up into the seat, a tall, mocha-skinned black girl of perhaps twenty or twenty-one.
“Thank you,” she said, extending a gloved hand. “For not being among the darker side of nature.”
This choice of words made him smile, and he shook her hand, pulled the Jeep out of the
breakdown lane and continued to Downtown Denver. The top of the Jeep was up and the soft windows in
“It‟s cold out there,” Dennis said.
The girl nodded, adjusted the seat and leaned back. “Yes it is. Quite cold.”
“Don‟t take this the wrong way, but are you crazy?”
“Why, because I‟m a twenty two year old girl making myself vulnerable to the darkest side of the
“Well than yeah, I guess I am kind of crazy.”
Mounta ins and a wide range of curving green landscape slid by in a blur on the right, and the
wind made rapping sounds on the Jeep‟s soft windows.
“You don‟t ever get scared,” Dennis said, “being out here alone like this? You‟re a pretty girl.
There‟s sickos out there that wouldâ€"”