Walking along a dust track, memories flooded my mind, my wife, my children, that fateful day when they died all because I was doing my job, I was a cop, a darn good one even if I do say so myself. I was in the DEA and I hated the drugs that filled our streets, I went out of my way more than once to get dealers put in the pen, I suppose I was too pushy in that fact, but, I wanted to clean the streets for my little girls, I wanted them to be safe, was that too much to ask? I guess it was to someone.<br/><br/>My name is Max, I am thirty years old, but to look at me, you would think I was older, a lot older. They say that I would never get over the death of my family because it has broke my heart, in fact it has broke me into a million pieces, but slowly, I am recovering.<br/><br/>I took to the road about six years ago, traveling from town to town, hitching mostly, doing little jobs along the way to earn a few bucks, just to survive. I get into a lot of fights, but I guess that is par to the course, I am angry all the time, I see everyone as a threat, I don't trust anyone, I haven't touched a woman since that day, I feel as if my little pumpkins are watching over me, crazy isn't it? Even though I don't believe in all that crap about God and the after-life, what shit is that?<br/><br/>Suddenly a voice calls out, "Hey friend, you wanna lift in t' town?" A car had pulled up alongside me, I looked at the old man behind the wheel, he had a real kind face, hardly any teeth as he smiled, I smiled and nodded, gratefully climbing into the battered old ford.<br/><br/>The old guy rabbited on about his boy working the farm and they needing supplies, I wasn't really listening as I was watching a truck behind us, approaching fast, in a matter of minutes it overtook us with a loud blast on it's horn, "God damn kids these days, no respect for the law," shouted the old guy.<br/><br/>I arrived in a small town with the old guy, he pulled up outside a general store, I thanked him for my ride and asked if I could help him load his truck with his supplies, it was the least I could do, he chuckled and said, "I might be old sonny, but I ain't afraid of hard work," I smiled and shook his hand, thanking him for the ride.<br/><br/>Turning around I looked up and down the street, "Hey sonny, there's a good ol' boarding house down the street, ain't nutting fancy mind, but it's clean, respectable, and she don't charge too much, say old Frank sent ya, she'll look after ya okay?"<br/><br/>I turned and faced the old timer again and thanked him, there wasn't many like him around these days, I wished there where, I turned and started my walk towards where old Frank had pointed, I could do with a shower, even better a good hot soak in the tub followed with about ten hours sleep.