On the Road to Nowhere

Daryl D. Hansen

Description

This novel tells a crazy tale of one gentleman, one lady, two kids, and a baby and their adventure in an RV.
This crazy story starts when thirty-one-year-old Leeward Daniel Thompson sells his business and his home, buys a used RV, and hits the road. Fate intervenes, and he picks up a woman walking in high heels along the highway who doesn’t know her name. Together, they rescue a baby from a ditch as well as a couple of abandoned kids.
If it sounds like a recipe for disaster, it probably is: one gentleman, one lady, two kids, and a baby. They are complete strangers thrown together by fate or circumstances. Lee should know you could be arrested for smuggling a baby into the United States, and that you can’t just pick up a couple of kids. But then, he hasn’t reckoned with the old British lady in the tweed suit.

Sujets

• Recreational vehicle
• RV
• Fiction
• Fantasy

Informations

• Publié par: Archway Publishing
• Date de parution: 28 octobre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665730785
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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ON THE ROAD TO NOWHERE
 
 
 
 
 
 
DARYL D. HANSEN
 
 
 
 

 
Copyright © 2022 Daryl D. Hansen.
 
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
 
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ISBN: 978-1-6657-3079-2 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6657-3080-8 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-6657-3078-5 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022917701
 
 
Archway Publishing rev. date: 10/26/2022
CONTENTS
Introduction
Leeward’s story
Chapter 1     Marcy’s story
Chapter 2     Leeward
Chapter 3     Marcy’s story continues
Chapter 4     Lee’s story continues
Chapter 5
Chapter 6     Leeward and Melanie (Marcy)
Chapter 7     Leeward
Chapter 8     Leeward and Melanie
Chapter 9     Leeward and Melanie, and?
Chapter 10
Chapter 11     Leeward
Chapter 12     Leeward and Melanie
Chapter 13     Leeward and Marilu
Chapter 14     Leeward, Danny, and Mrs. Greer
Chapter 15     All in one
Chapter 16     Progress
Chapter 17     Marilu
Chapter 18     Disaster
Chapter 19     The final blow
Chapter 20     On the road again
Chapter 21     Marcy
Chapter 22     The new Lee
Chapter 23     The new Marcy
Chapter 24
Chapter 25     The Story continues….
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33     Home again
Chapter 34     Feeble
Chapter 35     Finis
Chapter 36     After it all
INTRODUCTION
Take one gentleman, one lady, two kids and a baby.
Complete strangers, thrown together by fate or circumstances. Put them all together in an RV van and shake them up for a while.
That might just be a recipe for disaster. You surely know you could be arrested for smuggling a baby into the U.S.
For sure, you can’t just pick up a couple kids and mix them in just for the heck of it.
What about the fact that you don’t know the baby’s name? Or, worse yet, you don’t know the lady’s name?
Any guy that blunders into a situation like this, deserves what he gets, right? The guy might build a barn to hide them all in. Would that work? No way.
The whole thing is just impossible. Best forget it. Go to the mountains and hide out.
LEEWARD’S STORY
You know I was not very outgoing back in those days. I was sociable in a way, but not in a social way. Didn’t have many friends, and no good with the ladies. Tried a few dates, but I didn’t know what to say, so I gave that up early on, and just concentrated on work. I built up a pretty good small business. Had a few people working for me, and doing okay, but then a bigger company decided they wanted to expand, and they made me a ridiculous offer because they wanted my customer list.
So I sold it, and sold my little house in the city. Not sure what I was going to do, but I thought I might go see the country. Went to an RV show, just looking around and saw a travel van that looked good, so I checked around.
I found a nice used one, not too many miles on it, so I bought it, picked up a few clothes and things that I might use, and gave the rest of my stuff to the Goodwill, and headed out of town.
You know, some say that fate has a funny way of kicking in and sending you off on a certain path that you did not expect to travel. Anyway, I was just driving along and there was a highway sign that was kind of leaning out over the road, like it was about to fall over, and it pointed East.
So, I went that way, and it was a back road heading east. I didn’t have any idea where I was going. It was just random, but I didn’t care. I was in no hurry at all. Stopped sometimes for just a cup of coffee. Most of the time I ate in the van, which had a microwave and a sink, and a little commode with a shower.
Sort of cramped, in a way, but it worked for me.
So, I drove along for a few days, just looking at the scenery, and everything was fine, until one day, along in the evening, I saw a lady walking alongside the highway.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” Clay said “Did you pick her up?”
“No, I just slowed down as I passed her. Nicely dressed with honey brown hair and all the right stuff in the right places, and she was walking in high heels, of all things. But she didn’t hold up her thumb. Didn’t look my way, so I drove on, maybe about a mile.
There was a pull off that looked like a good place to camp, so I drove in there as far as I could get off the highway. “It was a nice evening, no mosquitos around so I decided to make a little fire and cook a couple hot dogs on a stick. Gathered some firewood, and by the time I got the fire going and ate a couple hot dogs, it was getting dark.
Such a nice evening, I sat there on a log for a long time, just looking at the stars. I had never been out of the city on a night like that, with no other lights around, and the moon had not risen yet.
All those stars, and they were twinkling at me, and it was almost like they were singing a song just for me, trying to tell me something. And I remember thinking that everything must be right with the world.
Yet, for some reason, I could not get that image out of my head. That nice-looking, nicely dressed lady in high heels, as she walked down the highway.
Funny how a little thing like that could change a man’s entire life.
Chapter 1

MARCY’S STORY
I t was a season of discontent. She never, in her growing up years, had even thought it could get this bad. Her mother had passed away some years before, and now she was at the mercy of the dictates of her father, who had reacted to the death of his wife, by becoming a workaholic, who never came home, preferring to stay in a company apartment close to the company headquarters.
Even when her mother was alive, she had been controlled by his whims and orders. Of course, he thought at the time that it was all for her good. It’s best for you in the long run” he would say, as he refused to let her have her own car. She was driven to school in a limo, with a chauffeur, who was always close by, making sure that she didn’t hang out with any boys after school.
It continued into college. She was not permitted to live in a dorm, she had to live at home, being driven every day by a different chauffeur, but the result was the same. She made no friends; all she could do was study. She made good grades, but there was nobody to appreciate her efforts.
Most people would think that living in Beverly Hills was a great thing, but they had no idea how confining it was. There was an electric fence all the way around the property. If she wanted to go shopping, she had to ask the maid and she would call the chauffeur, who had the keys to the car and the remote control to the front gate.
She felt like a prisoner in her own home. If she tried to talk to her father, she would get little response, except for the few times he told her how well the company was doing. Her grandfather had started the company, and now her father along with his corporate cronies had built it up into a major corporation, with assets and business partners all over the world.
Her father had insisted that she take courses in Business and Accounting, and things that would be of advantage to her, as he told everyone that he was grooming her to be the ‘corporate image’ for the Parker Corporation.
The courses she would have liked to take were things like Art and Literature. Even Architecture would be more interesting, but she was blocked at every turn. She had no bank account, and the college received a big donation every year, as long as they only did what her father told them to do.
In spite of all this, she did not hate her father. She understood that grief had changed him along with the drive to succeed at any cost. She had only one contact at the company, a lady named Shirley, who she had gotten acquainted with during one of her rare visits to the corporate offices. Shirley was a secretary to one of the board members and accompanied him to the board meetings. She could not talk to Marcy during business hours, as she said that they had a new head of Security, and she thought they had put in a system where all the phones were bugged, so they could only talk on their personal cell phones from home in the evenings.
“I don’t like what is going on here.” She told Marcy. “This new guy, Chris Reins, has bought up enough stock to get on the board of directors. He is chummy enough with some of the other board members that he got himself promoted to Head of Security. He seems to be the sort of guy who will do anything to get ahead, and they have done some takeovers and acquisitions lately that seem to me to be rather questiona