Trucker Laughs
Instead of reacting with anger or frustration, the trucker let out a soft, steady laugh. It wasn’t the loud, brash kind you’d expect from someone being taunted—it was calm, measured, and unexpectedly fitting for the moment. “A race, huh?” he said, his voice carrying a quiet amusement. His eyes twinkled with a hint of humor, and the crowd, still on edge, exchanged confused glances. It was clear they weren’t sure what to make of it, but it was enough to bring a few cautious chuckles from the onlookers.
There was something about this trucker—something unshakable in his calm. His laughter, unlike Travis’s, didn’t seem forced. It had a weight to it, as if he wasn’t just reacting to the situation, but acknowledging it in a way none of us had expected. It added a new layer to the mystery that hung over the scene, deepening the sense that this wasn’t just an ordinary standoff. Whatever was happening, it was clear this man wasn’t someone who could be easily rattled.
