CHAPTER NINE – In Hot Pursuit* 1 *
Helliard shot through town and headed for the highway.
He was feeling good, still chuckling over the way that Mountie looked back at the Lucky Burger, after Helliard had shot him the third time.
Duane flopped loosely in his seat, despite the seatbelt latched about him.
“You don’t stop your stinking,” Helliard told Duane. “And I’m going to have to throw you out of the car.”
Helliard shifted gears like this was his last day on earth. He was flying high. This was the way to go. Live large, die hard, and leave a lousy corpse for someone else to bury.
He was fixing to leave a hell of lot of corpses, if things went his way.
He’d been seeing this field of dead men, hanging like scarecrows, for the last half hour. Right behind his eyeballs, like a movie sc
