Publisher's Synopsis
The screeching sound of a truck skidding beyond woke me. Headlights forged a protracted arching curve beyond the pickup cab wherein I slept, and I struggled to don't forget in which I turned into.I turned into in west Texas, where my pal Dave and I had spent many hours watching white limestone with spotlights and located not anything to speak of. We had pulled off the aspect of the road for a brief nap before persevering with our look for grey-banded king snakes (Lampropeltis alterna).But what of the skidding tires? Perhaps some other snake hunter had located something crossing the street at the back of our truck while we slept. Or perhaps a tired or intoxicated driver had lost manipulate. Unfortunately, the reason was neither of these.
