Dust and Drug Money

B2184EEF-35D0-4C6B-BB46-3175450612C5Dave managed to find a taxi to jump into, almost as much to escape the dust storm that suddenly enveloped the city of Amarillo, as to hide from the gang members who were after him.

“Where to, buddy?” the cab driver asked.

Dave noticed some movement from the corner of his eye and, turning his head, he saw three men emerging from the swirling dust and running toward the car. “Just step on it,” Dave commanded.

The taxi driver put the pedal to the metal and the car’s rear tires, spinning madly on the dusty surface of the street, finally gripped the road just in time to avoid the grabbing arms of the three pursuers.

After about a mile, Dave told the taxi driver to pull to the side of the road. “Listen, I gotta get outta town fast,” he said. “Take me to the Marriott and wait there for me. “I’m gonna pack my bag, grab my passport, and then you can drive me to the airport in Lubbock, where I’ll get a flight to El Paso and cross the border into Mexico there.”

“How do you propose to pay for all this, pal?” the taxi driver asked.

Dave pulled a thousand dollars from his wallet and handed it it to the driver. “This should cover it. Now get a move on.”

Once they got to the hotel, Dave jumped out of the cab and told the driver to wait for him. “How long do you want me to wait for you?” the driver asked.

“If I’m not back here in fifteen minutes,” Dave said, “assume that I’m dead.”

Twenty minutes later, the taxi driver was thinking to himself that this was the easiest thousand bucks he’d ever made. But as he started to pull away from the Marriott, three gang members approached the taxi and one shot the driver in the head.

Written for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (taxi), The Daily Spur (dust), Your Daily Word Prompt (hide), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (movement), and Word of the Day Challenge (propose).

5 thoughts on “Dust and Drug Money

    • Fandango July 1, 2019 / 7:35 am

      I guess the gang thugs got to him.


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