Sorry, It's a little late today

Deacon instructs him to take the next exit on the interstate, which is the Shoreline exit. 

“Go through Shore line and follow the main road out of town.” 

Trent asks him how far to follow the road.  Deacon tells him just to drive into the vast nothing, sarcastically.  While driving, Trent glances over and tells Deacon that he wasn’t kidding about the “vast nothing”.  They wind their way through the rolling hills and start to descend out of the foothills of the mountains.  Lights from the small town of Castle Dale are now visible.  As they pass a couple of the ranch houses on the outskirt of town, a sign reading “Welcome to Castle Dale” stands tall and proud of the little community. 

The sun is beginning to light up the sky with pinkish hues silhouetting the clouds.  They drive through the center of town.  Deacon tells him that they will start at their furthest delivery and work their way back.  He then asks Trent if he can see the gas station a couple of blocks in front of them on the right side of the street, Trent tells him he does. 

Deacon directs him to pull in there, “This is our biggest stop we have, and we will start here.” 

They pull around to the back of the store and start unloading the truck. Both men walk around to the front of the store and go in to unlock the back door.  When they walk in, a few ranchers sit around a booth in the back of the store. 

“Hey there easy money”, a voice calls out of the middle of the group. 

“Hi Simon,” Deacon exclaims. 

Deacon focuses his attention to an older gentleman that appears to be in his seventies, wearing a dirty, old, misshapen cowboy hat, with tuffs of grey hair coming out from underneath it.  Deacon turns to Trent and tells Trent that the “old man” was sitting in that same exact spot, holding that table down last week when he was there.  Simon stands up and walks over to Deacon,

“That old man can still kick your ass,” Simon tells Deacon. 

Deacon continues on explaining to Trent, “If you look close you can still see the permanent shadow from behind where he was sitting.  The other ranchers start laughing,

“That ain’t no joke,” One of the ranchers mumbles.