The barefoot child approached my motorcycle at midnight holding a ziplock bag full of quarters and begged me to buy her baby formula. She Said Her Baby Brother Was Starving And Her Parents Had Been Asleep For Days

The trucks slow down.

The road quiets.

And the fluorescent lights make everything look a little too pale, a little too tired.

I’d just finished a four-hundred-mile ride across Colorado when I pulled into the station outside Ridgeway.

My name’s Daniel “Bear” Carter.

Six-foot-four.

Three hundred pounds.