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“Just at the moment I thought I’d lost him,” he continued, “there was a knock on my window. I turned, and there he was right by my door. I looked at my speedometer, and it said I was going over 100 miles per hour, and still he stayed right there. I knew at that point I only had one chance.” “What?” we asked. “What?” he responded. “I’ll tell you what. I slammed on the brakes and then tore my way across the car and out the passenger side. I plowed through the snow and across the field, running for the light of a house I could see in the distance. I never looked back until I made it safely there. Once inside, I looked over my shoulder, and he was gone.” A few days later, Bart, a friend of mine, stopped to visit with me. “By the way, how is your Uncle Hickory?” “He’s okay,” I answered. “Why do you ask?” “Well, I was driving home New Year’s day after working the night shift, and I saw his car off the road, stuck deep in a field. I got out to check on him, and the closer I got the harder he gunned his engine. When I got right up beside his car, I knocked on his window. 23