The gas pump clicked off. Eighteen gallons. Forty-two dollars. Dale...

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The gas pump clicked off. Eighteen gallons. Forty-two dollars. Dale Henderson stood there with the nozzle, wearing a Ford plant shirt faded to gray. Three years since the plant closed.

Ray came out of the office counting cigarettes. "You oughta drive somewhere. Not here. Not Dayton. Somewhere that isn't here." Dale's Chevy coughed twice and started. He drove out on I-70. In rural Indiana, a girl at a pump, hands shaking. Full-body shake, not tremor. Left hand bruised around knuckles. She paid in cash. Got four dollars back. In a nameless town, a motel sign reading VACANCY in...

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