Gus hopped off the bus and waved to the driver, Mr. Jones, who waved back. One thing about country roads: everyone waves at everyone. It’s obligatory. If you’re out by the road, or anywhere in view of it, and a car comes by, you wave. And the folks in the car always wave back. Doesn’t matter if you know the people or not, you just wave. Gus had pondered this—he didn’t wave at everyone who passed him in town. Why was the country road different? Was it just the homespun aw, shucks farming atmosphere? Maybe, but that didn’t feel right, because not everyone out here was aw, shucks. Gus thought it might be an acknowledgment of the shared loneliness of country living. Or it might be don’t try anything buster, because I see you. Maybe a bit of both.