All over my lap it falls like snow. Twinkling glass.
But the pressure of the log is off, and I gun the sumbitch.
We root out of the hollow we was in, and the truck thunks down solid on somethin'.
The log is ramming against me. I slam on the brake.
Take both hands and shove it out. With every particle of force I got.
It backs off and then heads around and slips in front of the hood, bumping the grill just once.