sports car. Iâm doing everything I can.â
The first two shots had been poorly aimed, but the third shot connected and the driverâs side-view mirror exploded. Peter jumped and almost lost control. He steadied the wheel, every muscle in his body tensed.
Jim unzipped his jacket and calmly removed a large semiautomatic pistol from a shoulder holsterâa Paraordinance Super Hawg .45 auto. This should even up the odds .
Peter glanced over and saw the weapon. âWhat the hell? Where did that come from?â
âLet me introduce you to KarlâI never leave home without him.â
âYou named your gun?â exclaimed Peter.
âWell, we spend a lot of time together.â Jim climbed into the back seat and opened the sliding rear window. He raised the Super Hawg and took aim, firing carefully. The report inside the cab of the truck was truly deafening, and Peterâs hearing was reduced to the ringing in his ears.
The pursuers suddenly dropped way back. Jim was pretty sure he had missed the driver, but was pleased that the show of force had pushed them back. âKeep it moving, donât slow for anything!â he shouted
The sedan continued to hold back and Peter cleared the next hairpin-turn and entered a long stretch of mostly straight highway. The road was still climbing, maybe another three or four miles until they reached the summit of Tombstone Pass. The truck was still acceleratingâfortunately nothing critical had been shot up.
The sedan began to close the gap again. âTheyâre coming up on us! Try to hold steady and Iâll see if I can slow them down again!â
Jim was trying to get a steady bead on the front grill of the sedan. The car was about 60 yards distantâjust a little closer, Jim thought. It closed to about 40 yards and Jim was putting pressure on the trigger.
BABABAP! BABABAP!
Jim ducked at the unmistakable sound of automatic fire. He raised his head and again⦠BABABAP! He fired off three quick shots, not having time to aim carefully, hoping for a little luck.
Peter yelled, âWhatâs that? Thatâs not what it sounded like before!â
âThey must have dug up a machine gun! Weâre gonna be in a world of hurt if they get lucky or close!â
Peter was approaching a fork to the right. It wasnât a marked road; it wasnât even paved. But Peter knew the roadâNFD245. It was one of many national forest roads that crisscrossed the mountainsâa legacy of the logging industry that used to be the bread and butter of so many Northwest families. Peter slowed to make the turn.
âWhat are you doing? Keep going! Theyâre getting closer!â
âWe canât outrun them on this grade! Our only chance is to change the playing field!â Peter turned sharply right and left the paved highway.
Skinny had the MP5 submachine gun in his grip and was taking aim as he leaned out the passenger window when the truck suddenly braked and turned sharply right. The driver followed, and his maneuver almost caused Skinny to drop the gun. Skinny regained his balance, but he could no longer lean out the window because of the uneven road surface, pitted by frequent pot holes. They kept following the Hummer truck, eating the dust it kicked up from the dry gravel road.
Peter continued forward, but the rough road forced a much slower speed. Without the threat of gun fire, Jim reached for his cell phone. âIâm calling in backupâthis has gotten too serious.â
He pushed a button to unlock the screen. âCrap! No signal. I guess weâre still on our own.â
âI could have told you that. Dark zone, manâno cell coverage for miles.â
âGreat,â said Jim. âOkay, time for plan B.â
âI didnât know you had a Plan A, let alone a Plan B,â said Peter.
âI do now. When you see a road to the right, take it and stop as fast as you can. That should leave me
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