"Untitled" by Alex King

Gazing out over the handlebars of his road bike, the rider could see mile after mile of southbound pavement in front of him. He leaned down and pushed on the throttle. The bike sped off in a whirlwind of dust. As he approached the four corners of New Mexico, Utah, Arizona, and Colorado, he had no idea which way to go. All he knew was that Pedro was first on the list. Since this was not a Mormon name and he did not want to go to Utah anyway, he decided to choose between the other three states. He chose New Mexico. It was a good chose too because he immediately saw Pedro’s car, an old Chevy truck. The rider hid his bike in some bushes, got in the passenger seat, and quickly slipped Pedro the letter he was carrying. “Don’t open it yet” said the rider. He got out of the truck and back on his bike. Three letters left on his list.