I decided to take his advice and stay on the floor, out of his way. Considering how angry he was, it was safer. He slammed both hands against the steering wheel, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He glared at me again before starting up the truck and heading for the highway.
About an hour later Jimmy says crap, and pulls over to the side of the road.
“Get up on the seat and keep yer mouth shut.”
I slowly did as he asked, wondering if he was going to hit me again, but he didn’t.
“Put yer seat belt on too.”
I did it, while Jimmy hunted around for his license in his back pocket. That’s when I saw it. He had a gun in the center of his back tucked into his pant belt. Until that moment, I had no idea he even carried a gun and became really nervous for the officer.