'Wow, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!" The next morning dawned brightly in Montana. Malcolm's spirits improved considerably as he drove to the truck stop for breakfast. By now he knew 6f most of the early-morning customers, at. least by sight, and he genuinely meant the pleasantries he exchanged with them. By 7:45 Malcolm was ten miles east of Shelby, turning off the main highway onto a dirt road which would lead him to the quadrant north and east of the missile site where Parkins had died. In his long hours of driving through the countryside Malcolm had experimented with the jeep's powerful AM radio, finding a variety of stations ranging from the small town folksy ones with farm reports, local gossip and news shows with moderately "popular" music to a hard-core country and western one. Most of the time Malcolm listened to a Great Falls station which played "contemporary" music aimed at the high school and college audiences within its 100-mile daytime broadcasting range.
