I-35

Jake, age 34. His wife left him for herself. Jeffery's 8 years old and visits on the weekends. Jake drives his red truck to see Maya in Saledo for the night. He spent the day in San Antonio surveying land for a chain of coffee shop. It's Thursday night and Jake dances in the drivers seat, tapping his steering wheel with the music. 'Jeffery comes tomorrow!'

Alex, in a Grand Cherokee. His wife sits in the passenger seat looking up Google Maps on her iPhone. It's one in the morning and they should get into Hillsboro soon. 'I swear I thought it was closer than this.'

Rob's whole life is in his car. The pregnant girl beside him.

Picnic rides with all his belongings packed behind him. His friend Bain drives them to Waxahachie to do yard work for Granny. They get pancakes in the morning and fried chicken after the work's done.

Harriet gets pulled over for swerving.

Town Center Bank, built in a circle, went under after 57 years serving Cleyburn. 'You're too expensive right now, Bill,' his friend told the bank owner. 'Damn it, Ric, you know we do what we can. And you know we don't dick you with interest.' 'But I can worry about interest later. I need the money now.' Cleyburn now booms with Steak-n-shake where Gretta, of Gretta's Home Burgers, rings you up after your meal wearing that old-style diner wardrobe and black paper hat; or Hanks old Like New Transmissions, now Cleyburn Ford. Betty's Dresses went under. So did Phil's Collectibles and Sports Shop. 'Hook-Line-and-Sinker went out, too.' Luckily there's the Cleyburn Superstore. No one from Cleyburn owns it, but it's where everyone works now.