“Any man trying to run us down was going to have his work cut out trying to outrun Joey. We flew along the narrow lane. Palm fronds and other green stuff slapped us, probably adding to Joey’s speed. I bent lower in the saddle to keep from being swept away by a branch, glued to his back by panic. At the edge of the forest I saw Tully and Ziggy careening towards me in Tully’s beat-up old wreck. Joey saw it too. He came to a stop and shook his head, spraying me with lather. “Take it easy,” ...I said, hoping he wouldn’t turn around and bolt back into the forest. “Take it easy.” I wasn’t sure if it was meant for Joey or me. I pulled Joey up close to the board fence of the pasture as the old pickup slid to a stop beside us. Tully had a rifle across his lap. Ziggy had a shotgun, with the butt planted on the seat, in his left hand. They were looking like this was an everyday occurrence for them, a scary thought.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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