His heart was made for the open road, a testament to a time when brave folks crossed vast wildernesses with no promise of refuge on the other side. I often passed him on some forgotten highway or other, the black tarmac stretching toward the horizon in either direction. Empty countryside all around. He’d be cruising along on his steel horse, throwing a wave my way with dark exhaust marking his progress against the open sky. Or he’d be parked up on the shoulder a ways from the road, campfire blazing beneath a night full of stars, companions all around. Like one of those cowboys back in the day, he was prepared to go great distances pursuing the journey of knowing himself and God’s purpose for him. Well-traveled and the wiser for the wandering.
On Justin “Chunk” Lake
Published by S. G. Baker
S.G. Baker is a writer and editor of fiction who penned the Hopeful Wanderer web series. She has authored climate fiction, fantasy, and horror short stories in Little Blue Marble, With Words We Weave: Hope, and Road Kill: Texas Horror by Texas Writers, Vol. 2. View all posts by S. G. Baker
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