He checked the mirror just in time to see a shape tumble off the back. One of the crates rolled once before crashing into the mud near the guardrail. Splinters scattered in the red glow of his taillights.
He swore loudly under his breath, pulled over, and grabbed the flashlight from the glovebox. Rain hammered his jacket as he stepped out. One tire of the trailer was ruptured, which would need work later. The SUV’s lights were swallowed by the dark now. He glanced down the road toward the fallen crate and started walking toward it.