Friends

Mitch waited for Don inside the cab of the broken-down truck. The only noise was the the ticking metal as the motor cooled. It was getting pretty cold now.

He listened for the sound of Don's approach. Looked for the flash of distant headlamps.

Out here, you could rely on friends. It was friends who brought you home when you had one too many, helped you build your house, came out to get you when your truck died.

Unfortunately, Don wasn't his friend. Don was his brother.