Chapter 18

By the time they made it to the gas station, Rusty had made a decision, and he wasted no time setting things in motion according to his plan. “Listen, Nate,” he said as he got out of the car. “I’ll take the tire to the attendant and see if they can fix it for us.” He could sense Nate preparing an argument, but he didn’t stop to hear it, and he had the tire out of the car and on the way to the garage before Nate could get a word in edgewise.

“I don’t know,” the attendant said. “I could patch it up, but it’s not going to last. The tire’s munted.”

Rusty was about to ask her what “munted” was, but gathered from the look on her face that it was more or less equivalent to “shot to hell,” so he agreed with her and took care of the problem by simply buying a new tire. He told Nate what he’d done after the fact—the bill was paid, and the new tire was already being mounted—so any objections would serve no purpose.