The Mountain Doctor
The truck had been making that sound for thirty miles. Not a loud sound—just a low, metallic wheezing that Bob Mercer heard over the engine and the radio and the silence he kept most of the time. He put it in the same mental category as the check engine light and the bald spot on the right front tire: things that needed fixing but probably would not, and when they did not get fixed, they would...
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