Taking It on the Lam by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

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to the reservation in Gallup. Though I could be only 99%

certain, I figured that this wasn’t a part of any government surveillance or bounty hunting effort. I was more worried that the boiler would stay on the road. Not only was the Navajo obviously nowhere near where he said he wanted to be, he kept on driving with the lights off.

I mentioned this to him, and he said that he didn’t want to be seen, which made as much sense as anything else. The rather bizarre events of the evening had multiplied, re-enforcing themselves so well, that I was feeling quite insipidly normal.

He offered me $400 to drive him back to the reservation in Gallup, New Mexico. Both hands off the wheel, he held an approximate $5,000 wad of cash in his hands, showing it to me, like someone doing a card dodge. I mean he put it was right within my reach. He was leaning forward, grinning and staring at the cabbage. I could have easily taken it right off him and

Taking It on the Lam