Follow that Trucker
By Gina Asbridge
One of the more interesting jobs I
have had was working for a fellow I'll call H.R. in Kalispell,
Montana. Now H.R. had been around quite a bit and dabbled in a
lot of things, and, being a bit of a con man, was pretty much
unsuccessful as a businessman. In this particular venture he was
running a combination bakery/restaurant/convienence
store/trucking service. (I was working as a baker again)
After working there a while it
became apparent that there was more there than just what you
could see. No one could really put their finger on it, but
everyone had a feeling of a presence around, especially in the
bakery. Lights and electric devices worked sporadically, things
would get lost, and H.R.'s trucks, already in a state of
disrepair, had unusual ways of breaking down.
When I finally mentioned this to
H.R., he said that it was one or both of his "buddies".
They had been following him for many years and many cities - San
Francisco, Phoenix, Salt Lake, Kalispell. Where ever he went they
went too. They weren't a real problem, just a bit of a nuisance
sometimes.
As for sightings, I believe I am
the only one besides H.R. to see one. I was frying donuts one
night and looked over at the coat rack where the one baker always
had his hat hung. Instead of a hat, there was the face of a
rather large, ugly, Native American man looking back at me. I
blinked and looked back and the hat was right there. The next day
I told H.R. I had seen one of his buddies. He asked which one and
I said the Indian. He said the one was an Indian and had a face
like I described and a big pot belly also. I never saw the other
one but could tell when they were around. When H.R. went on a
trucking run they tended to go with him and left the bakers
alone.