The golfer groaned again. "I'm trying to get to Jacksonville—for the Jacksonville Open."
The conductor looked up at the ceiling. "Well," he said, "they got a trunk line that moves out of Beulah out along the ridge through Persimmon, Courtney, Howard, Cushing, Moore's Bottom and Long Fork. But I reckon that's not quite what you're lookin' fur...."
"No, that's not so good for me," said the golfer.
"Course we got buses runnin' in an' out of Junction City goin' just about everywhere. Up to Nash's Falls, places like that."
"What goes on in that town, The Gulch?"
"Well, they got the county fair com-in' on into The Gulch sometime or other next week."
"Nash's Falls," said the golfer thoughtfully. "Well, how much is a ticket to Junction City?"
"That's $14," said the conductor.
The golfer looked mournfully down between the toes of his Pro-Shus. "Listen," he said. "I've had this odd time. Got left behind by my driving partner in Mullins back there. My mistake...without a penny. Left my wallet in the car. I just got to get to Junction City and get a bus out of there. Anything goin' southeast, if that's in the direction of Jacksonville, I'll take."
" Junction City is $14," the conductor said stubbornly.