When he stopped the car at the Anderson farm, Walter felt relieved; oblivion was close at hand. The brothers wouldn't miss a jar of moonshine, or two, in the booby hatch.
But then he saw the man on the porch, and he knew who it was.
Driving for his life and knowing it was useless, he didn't realize he was crying until he couldn't see the road for the tears.
Departure Manuscript: Walter at the Anderson Farm
