Mountain Springs, Nevada could have been on the way to nowhere as far as he was concerned.
That’s where he worked as a finish blade operator when they widened Nevada State Route 160.
Not a bad job. He took it to be left alone. Right away the other guys caught on, that he felt like keeping to himself.
Perched up on the grader he thought about the times in his life when he had been shown kindness. He wondered if that could ever happen again.
After all he’d done, most likely not.
Most likely those bridges he’d burned left too many remains.
