The engine roared as the truck sped down the freeway. Then the line came to a screeching halt.
Roger spoke into his CB radio.
"Snowman, this is Slim Jim... I see you at the front of the line, what's keepin' us?" Roger said.
"Don't know, Slim Jim. Looks like a police check of some kind. Searchin' people's trailers 'n stuff." Ericson answered.
"Ah. Well, we ain't carrying anything illegal. Just some hogs 'n things like that." Roger replied.
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The Convoy
General Fiction"We got a little 'ole convoy, rocking through the night..."
