FourWhen Sheriff Nelson, who didn't chase people, and his favorite deputy arrived at the Bait and Switch, saw the wrecked van, instituted the first road blocks, and began to discuss the manpower necessary for a search, the armed robbers were less than two blocks away.
With Gar slowed by the injured Dex on his shoulder and Norene too idiotic to put up with any longer, Falcon had taken the point. She led them, running, for a block and a half in plain sight down the town's main drag. Dressed in black leather and studs, with explosive hair and fright makeup, trailing manure and blood, she hollered over her shoulder – in Falcon's own special diction – to remind her man they were going to draw more attention than seemed advisable. “We need a f*****g plan!”
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