“You got a washroom here?” Kearns asked.
The attendant handed him the key, said it was around back. The headlights and the car that produced them turned in off the highway, just as Kearns walked outside. He ducked between the truck and his car, and waited.
The car stopped at the pumps, and honked. Kearns heard the bells, as the attendant made his way over. The two shots rang out.
Kearns backed away, pulling his revolver from his jacket pocket. The car door opened and closed. He crawled under the truck, waiting for the other man to come his way.