It’s the height of summer and you’ve been on this roadtrip with your best friend for days. It was noon when you pulled into a gas station in Perfection, Nevada.

You were scanning the aisles for snacks when the door to the small store pulled open with the jingling of bells. You glance over to see two men.

“Afternoon, boys,” the cashier greeted them. The one with the cowboy hat looked through the building when his eyes met yours. He smiled, tilting his hat your way.