PREVIEW Nightriders: Dreaming Wide Awake
Axl didn’t see the hitchhiker until it was too late. It was night and he was tired, driving too fast down the coastal road towards the lighthouse. The hitchhiker – an elderly badger wearing tattered, old clothing – seemed to appear right out of the darkness, standing there in the middle of the road, just starting into the oncoming headlights. Axl didn’t even have time to hit the brakes, reacting only after he heard the thump of metal against flesh.
Shaken, head pounding, Axl got out of the car to check on the hitchhiker. The front end was splattered with blood, the hood crumpled. Steam rose from the crushed radiator. Axl bend over the body of the hitchhiker, the two of them caught in the headlights now as though onstage. The badger was dead. Axl put his hand on the hitchhiker’s bloody clothes, wanting to apologize, to explain, to ask him why he had just stood there unmoving as death hurtled at him. It wasn’t the hitchhiker who was going to have to ex