Rupert Lewis was pounding along the smooth Jackson-Vicksburg highway in his truck one night last week, trailing a car ahead. Suddenly the twin taillights in front of him melted into the road, disappeared. Driver Lewis caught a quick glimpse of a black gap in the concrete before his own truck plunged. The lights went out, water rushed into the cab. He smashed a window, somehow came up in a turgid flood.
As he struck out through driftwood for the shore, he figured it out. Clear Creek Bayou, a peaceful Mississippi stream in dry weather, was on the rampage, had washed clear away...
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