Today's OneWord: Direct

I waited for the traffic cop to direct me across the intersection, but as he gestured, I saw, out of the corner of my eye, the truck come hurtling toward the young woman in the black cap and yellow jacket. Instinctively, I blared my horn, and the officer managed to duck out of the way as the crazy man behind the wheel of the pick-up roared past, kicking up pebbles as he went.