ARCHER GOT OFF at Poca City seven hours later and too many stops in between to remember. People had gotten on and people had gotten off. They’d had a dinner and bathroom break at a roadside diner with an outhouse in the back, both of which looked only a stiff breeze away from falling over. It wasnearly eight in the evening now. He stood there as the bus and the rube withtoo many queries and the remaining nervous folks clutching all they ownedsped off into the night chasing pots of gold along dusty roads with nary ahelpful leprechaun in sight.Good