“They’re trying to kill us anyway.” Lyndon’s palms were sweating badly and they were coming up on the other vehicle so fast now, he was talking more to convince himself than Curtis. “I know these sorts of people. They’re cowards, they’ll move.”
One of the cars behind them braked hard and dodged behind the other. And then the car in front of Lyndon pulled to the side, trying to maneuver around him to the opening behind him. For an instant, he considered yanking the wheel to the side and sideswiping the car, putting it in the ditch. It would get these bastards off his ass.
But it might also cause them to crash. And Lyndon couldn’t bring himself to get anyone killed if he could help it. He let them go and eased up on the gas but didn’t break. There were still two cars behind him.
“Where am
