Suddenly he heard the intruding noise of a small airplane. An airplane out here? Sounds like it’s flying kind’a low.
Roy had flown small airplanes for years, but had not used his pilots license for several years now. The thrill of flying was always remembered when he saw a small plane flying, and he usually stopped a moment to watch. He began to search the sky, to locate the source of the engine sound.
It sounded like someone was moving the throttle, or the engine was having trouble. I’ll bet it’s engine trouble, he thought. It sounds a lot like the time I took off from that bush
strip in Alaska where I was moose hunting.
I wonder where this guy is? He’ll surely see my truck if he keeps coming. I hope I haven’t parked in some dope runners rendezvous. Roy began to scan the sky back to the south. Looking for a reflection from the low sun. The sound seemed to be coming from there.
Then, he spotted the aircraft. Coming in low from the south, over the highway, was a small Cessna. It was flying erratically, but banked to line up on the dirt road beside Roy’s camper. Roy thought, looks like it’s going to land, and it’s sure going to hit hard. It did, and Roy Callahan’s life was in for a change.