We just filled up at a gas station plopped in the middle of a ranch that stretches farther than the eye can see in every direction.We're so far from anything, in fact, that the gas is a good fifty cents more expensive than it is in the suburbs.
The kid working there used to live wth his daddy in the trailer next door, but he got bored and moved to Midland, two and a half hours away. Soon after, his dad begged him to help out at the store, so now he spends 20 percent of his day commuting to a gas station.
He's got his eye on one of the rancher's daughters, but her father isn't too keen on that idea. So for now, he's just killing time by sneaking onto the ranch to hunt some deer, shooting his paintball gun in the parking lot and staring off into the mountains.If you're ever in the area, stop in at the Cherry Creek Chevron and say hi to Ricky. He's always glad to have some company.
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