Seeing the disgusting old bastard chewing and spitting, Nick took another two steps back and repeated what he had just said. "Please fill up our tank. We'd also like to ask for directions."
The ugly old man swept an openly malicious gaze over the five of them, then shuffled over to the dispenser and deftly worked the pump. "Where are you headed?"
Nick said nothing. Instead, he stood beside the RV and watched what the man was doing, making sure this oddball didn't tamper with their fuel tank.
"Uh, I think it's called Talleyman Road." Kurt glanced at the map in his hand.
The old man pointed casually down the road. "Talleyman Road's just over that hill. Follow it to the end and you'll reach the Buckner House. Is that where you're going?"
Kurt wasn't quite sure either. "I don't know. My cousin bought a vacation house there, at the place with a lake after you go through the tunnel. But I don't know if it's that... whatever you called it..."
"The Buckner House. That's right, that's the place. It was listed for sale before." Wearing an expression that said he'd seen plenty of stupid young people like them, the old man stuck the nozzle into the tank opening and started ambling back toward the ramshackle sheet-metal shack.
"Did you know the previous owner?" Jules asked curiously.
"Yes, but not the original owner. I've watched people move in and out of that place all along." The old man stopped, turned around, and added out of nowhere, "In fact, I've lived here ever since the war ended."
Jules grew even more curious. "Which war?"
"Which fucking war do you think?" The old man suddenly flew into a rage, startling her into clinging to Kurt.
Martin stepped forward, feigning confusion. "You don't