Ill teach you. A man oughta know how to ride.
How about drive? Thats important, too. Ill be old enough to get my license next year. Travis saw the first ray of hope. If these old guys would teach him to drive he wouldnt have to run away; he could drive. Then he could really go places, live in his car, much safer than the streets. If he didnt like the place he landed, hed just drive away.
Dice leaned his head sideways, as if swashing water to brain cells he hadnt bothered using for a while. You learn to handle a horse and then well take on a car. Fair enough.
Travis smiled. Fair enough. This prison wasnt going to be so bad. In three, maybe six months hed learn all he needed to know and be driving out of here.
Free, he thought. And these three old guys would simply think they forgot where they put him.