Chapter Six
Chapter Six
“There’s two of them blocking the road!” Mick’s voice yelled. But Sammy already saw them and began flipping a U-turn before his words completed.
Gunshots fired from pistols held by two others still near the pumps. Sammy floored it, planning to go around the long way behind the station again, the way they came in—but the other two now stood blocking that path as well.
“Sammy!”
“I see them! Dammit, didn’t we hit any of those freaking assholes?” Sammy was forced to head straight west and find another road.
“I think I did,” Mick answered. “Pretty sure I winged the one in the middle, or at least nicked him. That blunderbuss can’t hit the side of a barn from fifteen yards. Oh, no.”
“What?”
But when Sammy checked the rear view mirror, he got his answer. The Celic
