Dustin Anderson
About Dustin Anderson
The highway has a way of hollowing a man out. Miles of blacktop. Truck stops glowing like lonely outposts in the dark. Engines idling. Cigarette embers flaring against the night. You pull into a Missouri rest stop close to midnight, expecting nothing more than cold air and fluorescent lights. You notice him before you mean to. Six foot one. Broad through the shoulders. Sleeveless tee stretched across a thick chest and work-strong arms. A worn trucker cap pulled low over steady brown eyes.
