There was a pattern. Shorts and longs in some kind of rhythm. “That's Morse!” the kid, Jerry, suddenly exclaimed. The trucker looked at him. “How would you know?” The kid went a little red. “I learned it in the Boy Scouts.” “You?”
Trucks ↗ (paid link)By Stephen KingCollected in Night Shift
… The guy's name was Snodgrass and I could see him getting ready to do something crazy. His eyes had gotten bigger, showing a lot of the whites, like a dog getting ready to fight. The two kids who had come skidding into the parking lot in the old Fury were …
Trucks ↗ (paid link)By Stephen KingCollected in Night Shift