They rode very slow for about half a mile out of town, and then suddenly she saw Bubber.
The lights of the car showed him up in front of them very plain. It was funny.
He was walking along the edge of the road and he had his thumb out trying to get a ride.
Portia's butcher knife was stuck in his belt, and on the wide, dark road he looked so small that it was like he was five years old instead of seven.