It was a late, I was hanging out with a few friends in the city, still had to drive back to the Rez. I had driven home late before, so I wasn’t scared or unfamiliar with the road. And trust me that road can be tedious if you ain’t on it everyday. It’s cold too, I go the speed limit and keep my eyes on the road.
The change on scenery on the way home, there’ the bright lights of the city’s stores and traffic. Then the more dimmer lights of the living rooms in the suburb homes. The distant lights from the quiet airport to the side, planes going nowhere. Border town electricity and pumpkin fields breathing. Then I am on the land.
There is a young girl off to the side of the road with her hand in the air, which is the universal sign for I need a ride or help. It was late and freezing, I would have felt bad if I hadn’t stopped. There might not be anybody headed in this direction, I pull over. I roll my window down and ask where’s she headed, luckily it’s a village near mine. She gets in the back of the car and we get on the road.
Growing up, giving people rides was a family tradition, from time to time you might need to pick up someone. I’ve been picked up many times, always remember getting in these unknown rides with my dad going somewhere, we didn’t have a vehicle, we just had to get out there. Thumbs up.
I didn’t struggle to have a conversation with the girl, all she said was that she needed to see her sister. I just thought maybe she had gone through something not worth discussing. I wasn’t trying to be dective, plus she was going to her sisters. I figure her sister could handle that particular part of the delimma. I’m just the uber.
I am getting closer to her village and I start to ask which way do I turn? She doesn’t respond, I thought maybe she fell asleep, so I ask louder, where do I go?
It’s quiet. I pull over and look in the back. No ones there. Alone.
I’m freaking out, but I don’t want to be pulled over on the side, so I get back on the road. I don’t want to have self doubt but it felt like there was something in the back of the car. How could I imagine something so vivid, I knew this was something other…