Two Cocks for Christmas
By Randall Rumper

Chapter II: On the Road Again

‘Twas just approaching the blue hour of twilight that Friday morning three days before Christmas when Kris Kringle befriended two strays stranded at the Flying J Truck Plaza in Ehenberg, Arizona. After all the men drained their lizards, washed their hands and exited the plaza convenience store Kris guided the two waifs towards his truck. As he led the lads forward he had visions of young plum colored cockheads dancing in his head. While they were taking a leak Kris had gotten a good view of both boys’ appendages. Kris’s twinkling eyes and wry smile were an indication of evil thoughts circling in his head. He secretly wondered what the two would look like fully undressed and aroused. They flew across the parking area towards the truck with an early morning chill at their faces. Their cheeks were like roses and noses like cherries as steam waft from their nostrils through the air.

When they arrived at the vehicle Kris winked his eye and with a twist to his head he laid his finger aside his nose. Before boarding the boys had to flip a coin to see which one rode shotgun and who rode in the back seat with Donder. The owner of the Bronco lost therefore Chuck would ride in the rear with the dog that was already asleep on a soft pallet behind the driver’s seat. Seating arrangements made, Kris gave a nod ordering the two lads up into the truck. He sprang into the driver’s seat as he gave a whistle.

Once in the truck Kris spoke not a word, but went straight to work. He fired up the diesel engine and turned on heater to get some warmth in the cab as they prepared for the westward journey into California; the border was just a few miles ahead. The state line was midway on the bridge over the Colorado River. All were safely inside, seated, and buckled up. The boys thanked Kris for his generosity and kindness, especially so close to Christmas. Kris acknowledged that he knew what it was like to be stranded in the middle of nowhere; not knowing a soul, and with no money. Kris felt somewhat like a young Santa Clause giving the boys an early gift; a ride home to be with their families for Christmas. The three men were all settled into the truck ready for the two hundred and fifty miles journey to Burbank where Kris would unload the two muscle cars on the trailer.

Kris eased the truck and trailer out of the Flying J driveway, looked to his right before turning the truck to the left, and then wheeled onto the westbound 10 on ramp. Before entering the on ramp Kris noticed the sun peeking over the horizon in the east as he prepared to depart Arizona three days before Christmas Day.

Away the truck flew light the down of a thistle; the turbo whining as the automatic transmission up shifted. In a matter of minutes Kris was inside California borders. He told the two that he was going to enjoy having company to pass the time for the next eight hundred miles or so into Redding. After a few minutes of small talk whereby Kris learned a little more about the two boys he asked, “Either one of you guys had any experience driving a big truck with trailer?”

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