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ain’t no wild dog neither. No sir, no sir.” He pushed Arthur’s shoulder and made a slurping sound through some of his missing teeth. “We got regular farmed dog. Not gamey at all. And with my sauce on it, boy oh boy, let me tell you, it’s as tasty as anything you’re ever likely to put in your mouth. I make the best sauce. You like spicy sauce?”
    “Sure.” Arthur smiled as the trader regaled him.
    “I’ll tell you a story,” said the old man as he fished through his cooler and produced a glass bottle filled with a red liquid, speckled with black spices. “I had a friend back in the day, big guy named Tuna – not really sure how he got that name. But anyhow, Tuna loved my sauce. One time he was slurping up some barbeque, sweat pouring off his head, all hunched over and eating like this,” he lurched and pretended to be scooping up food and shoving it in his mouth. “And he wiped some sweat off his forehead.” He mimed the action and then looked at Arthur with wide eyes. “But he went and wiped some of my sauce on his head. Well, sure as shit, old Tuna ended up beating himself to death with his own tongue trying to lick that sauce off his forehead.” The comical old man licked furiously at his upper lip and then started to laugh as loud as his raspy voice would allow.
    Arthur and Kim laughed as well, and even Annie couldn’t help but smirk. One of the other traders sitting at the fire rolled his eyes and sighed. “Good lord, Mac, how many times are you going to tell that joke?”
    “Till it stops being funny,” said Mac, still laughing. “I’ll give you guys some of my sauce to try, but don’t go getting yourself none of the Tuna Tongue!” He started to lick at his upper lip again.
    A snowflake fell in front of Annie and any entertainment she was getting from the old man suddenly ceased. “Come on, Kim, we need to go. It’s snowing.”
    The group looked up and saw the flakes speckling the grey clouds on the horizon, drifting slowly down. “Annie’s right,” said Arthur as he got up. “We should head back.”
    “What about my sauce? You want my sauce, don’t ya?” asked Mac.
    “I’d love to try some, but we’ve got to get back to camp before the weather turns,” said Arthur.
    “That’s a shame,” said Mac.
    “Maybe next time,” said Kim.
    Everyone stood up from the fire and walked to where Arthur had parked the car, near the bottom of the plateau that overlooked the highway. This was one of the many trader posts in the area, where the caravans would set up shop for a few days.
    There were several other traders milling about the camp, and they all seemed a bit too interested in the group that was leaving. Annie was nervous as they made their way down the hill, though she didn’t know why.
    “Oh no,” said Jack as they reached Arthur’s sedan. “Looks like you must’ve driven over something that popped your tires.” The front two wheels of the car were deflated and Arthur rushed over to inspect them.
    “Son of a bitch,” said Arthur. “We’ve just got one spare.”
    “Let me guess,” said Kim, a disenchanted frown on her face. “You guys just happen to sell tires.”
    Jack sneered. “Not sure I appreciate your tone, baby girl.”
    “I’m not sure I appreciate being fucked like this,” said Kim.
    “Hold on, everyone,” said Arthur. “No need to get nasty. Like it or not, we’re going to need a tire to get back.”
    “I’m sure we could find a tire that would fit,” said Jack, proud of himself.
    “You pieces of shit,” said Annie.
    The snow was coming down faster, threatening to become a blizzard at any moment. Mac smiled at Annie and rubbed his balding head. “I like you red haired girls. Got all sorts of fire in ya. My girlfriend’s got red hair like yours, and a big mouth too!” He chuckled and looked around the group, but no one reciprocated.
    “You want a tire or not?” asked Jack.
    “We brought guns to trade with,” said Arthur.
    “We’ve got