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moving, and his face – slicked with a greasy, nervous sweat – was a mixture of fear and hope.
    “A few more steps!” Sam yelled to Clint, watching him strain to lift and reposition the overturned rig. He then looked down at the driver. “Sir, we’re pulling you up. Are you free of your seatbelt?”
    He nodded, yes. His panic left him speechless.
    Sam watched the progress of the ascending cab, the window just a few short feet away from where he was laying down on the pavement, reaching his arm down toward the driver. The driver followed Sam’s gesture and reached his hand up to meet him, and with one final step from Clint, they found each other and grasped one another by the wrist.
    Just then, Sam heard the screeching sound of metal as the last bits of connection pulled itself apart. The cab thudded to the ground below, leaving the driver dangling in Sam’s grip.
    “Clint!” Sam projected. “I could use a little help here…”
    He heard Clint drop the end of the truck and run to where Sam lay on the edge, his free arm and body braced against what concrete rail was left. Clint’s arms were longer than Sam’s, so he was able to reach down and grab the driver just below Sam’s hand and the two boys pulled him up to safety.
    All three were breathless, the two boys hoisting the man to his feet, his legs rendered useless from the anxiety. They stood in silence for several seconds, trying to compose themselves.
    “Are you okay, sir?” Clint was finally able to ask.
    “I am now, thanks to you guys. How did you do that?” The driver looked around, trying to clear his head from the fog of panic which had set in. The police sirens were blaring closer, the crowd standing further down the hill peered up at the three in wonder. The scene was utter chaos.
    When will the emergency vehicles be here?
    “Police are twenty seconds from here,” Sam projected back to Clint. “Ambulance is about two minutes behind them.”
    We need to slip out of here once we know he’s in good hands. Under the radar, Sam…
    “Yeah,” Sam said silently, then jerked his head in the direction the sirens were coming from. “I’ll go get the police, bring them here. Can you take care of him?”
    I’ll take him over to the shoulder where the crowd is. We can grab your dad and disappear from there.
    Sam nodded and ran off to meet the approaching emergency vehicles.
    Clint turned to the driver. “Are you hurt?”
    “No.”
    “Can you stand on your own?”
    “I’m not sure I can.”
    “Let’s move you further away from the rig for now, just in case. Here, I’ll help you…” The two walked down the overpass, closer to the crowd of onlookers. “Is there a doctor here?” he yelled into the crowd.
    Clint was helping the driver sit in the grass when he heard a woman’s voice. “I’m a nurse. Can I help?”
    “Yes, please.” He looked up to see a middle-aged woman with a kind face approach him. She knelt down next to the man and started asking questions, assessing for injuries and shock. In the distance, he saw Sam quickly approaching with the police. He turned back to the nurse. “The police are here, and an ambulance is on its way.”
    By the time the police were crouching down to talk to the driver, the medics were sprinting down the hill with their jump kits. The emergency sirens all but drowned out the rest of the noise. Clint and Sam stepped back into the midst of the crowd and looked around to find Dan, who was working his way through the throng of curious motorists toward them.
    “Let’s make a quiet getaway,” Sam projected to Clint and Dan, nodding towards their abandoned vehicle. They silently moved away from the flurry of activity. Once back in their car, Dan expertly maneuvered through the grass median and headed in the opposite direction to detour back to the Dixon house.
    “I didn’t see any of what happened up there. Can you fill me in on what I missed? And why did you want to leave so quickly?” Dan had moved