The Highwayman: A Longmire Story - Plot & Excerpts
He was an older gentleman and it’s a pretty hazardous place to be sitting if traffic were to come along, so I told Judy to go up to the north end and flag any cars that might be heading southbound. Making sure he had the car in neutral and his foot off the brake, I began pushing the stalled-out car the fifty yards to the turnout between the tunnels, all the while hoping that some unknowing motorist wouldn’t come whistling into the darkness and slam into the both of us. I think those minutes with my back against the sedan might’ve been the longest in my life, but once I got him out and safely parked he was able to use his cell phone and call for help. I ran through the tunnel to let Judy know what was going on and then returned to sit with him until the tow truck arrived. When I walked back through the gloom, my imagination started to work . . . I’ll be honest—like most I love a good ghost story and every time I’ve driven through the Wind River Canyon I’ve felt as if there was one there just waiting to be put down on paper.
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