Chapter 14: The stern man's last stop
Our departure from the terminal in Lexington, stirred up the passengers again – we finally stepping over the threshold into “The West”, although in truth that distinction went to St. Louis later when we crossed the mighty Mississippi. We traveled in growing predawn light, although lights also came on above many of the seats. We could see the growing green of the hills around us, and staples of horses, reminding me of some of the tales Laura had told me earlier about her brothers’ love of cars and horses – and country music. Trucks crowded the highway around us, coming from or going to the west. Signs posted for cars gong the other way boasted of places like Fork Knox, Radcliff, Elizabethtown and other places the night had denied us. I even saw a sign for a place named “Horse Cave,” and tried to envision it. Sounds stirred from many seats whose lights remained un-illuminated. The two young lovers had constructed a blanket tent above their two seats out of which a strin...