The Living Legend

Bill leaned in close, his voice dropping low like he was handing over something precious. “Back when the roads were wilder,” he started, while it suddenly felt like we were stepping back into a different time. He painted McClain not as some ordinary trucker but a king of the highways, a man who enforced his rules and left stories trailing in his wake.

Even now, whispers about him drifted through truck stops like old campfire smoke. I watched McClain, still and unshaken, and it hit me—his past wasn’t chasing him. Instead, it was walking beside him, every step, impossible to outrun or forget.