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Corvette coming up on him fast.
    “You mutha fucker!” He growled. He’d play the killing game if he had to—because it was a certainty that whoever shot at his car was a dead mutha fucker!
    Shaun was crouched on the floor praying. “Craig, I’m so sorry I was mad at you for sleeping with my friend. All I want to do is come back home to Chicago. I don’t want anything to do with Kentucky anymore. I don’t even want to visit Grandma.” Dear Lord…if she got killed here today nobody would be the wiser.
    The Corvette tried coming up alongside of them. Bodie saw Derrick driving, nose flattened and bloodied. Sully was on the passenger side with a shotgun.
    “You fool! Are you shootin’ at me?!” Bodie screamed.
    “Pull over!” Derrick yelled. Or I’ll run this big muther fucker off the road!”
    “Yeah? Try it, bitch!”
    Sully pointed the rifle but Derrick knocked it out of the way. “What are you doing?! Who told you to shoot?”
    “But-”
    The Corvette side-swiped them. Bodie countered with a swipe of his own, pushing the smaller car almost off the narrow road.
    They played that game for a few miles before Derrick realized that he couldn’t force the larger truck off the road.
    “Pull over or I’m going to shoot out your tires!”
    “Tell him to throw that rifle out the window and I’ll pull over!”
    Shaun began to protest in her crouched position on the floor. These people were insane!
    Sully complained about how much money he’d paid for the rifle but Derrick snatched it from his hands and tossed it out the window. “Pull over!” He yelled.
    Bodie slowed his truck and spoke to the frightened woman crouched on the floor. “I’m going to pull into the woods. When I do you slide out and start running. Hide. I’ll find you.”
    “Bodie…” she began doubtfully.
    “Trust me. Derrick wants to know who killed his brother more than he wants to kill you or me. And I have a feeling that Sully Pranger has the key to that.” He pulled into the woods. Shaun didn’t want to leave Bodie but as soon as the car stopped she intended to run for her life. There was no way that a black woman and a half-white, half-Indian was going to reason with the Klan and someone had to live to tell this to the authorities! This was Deliverance and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre wrapped in one!
    The Corvette pulled into the woods after them and Bodie inched around until the passenger door was facing away from the road and at the forest.
    He got out holding the tire iron and heard Shaun’s door crack open as she slipped out.
    “Sully,” he said while pointing the tire iron at him. “I’m going to beat a hole in your ass for shooting at me!”
    Sully’s eyes got big. “I’ll be seeing your big ass swinging from a tree. Got a rope in the trunk-”
    Derrick got out of the car. “I wanna talk to that bitch who shot my brother!”
    Three more men got out of the car. None of them were ones that he had previously beaten but he still knew them all. Mostly they spent the day drinking and collecting their disability or social security checks and talked big because they were so small. People like that didn’t affect him—they were too far beneath him to even bother with working up any thoughts over.
    Bodie positioned the tire iron across his shoulders and rested his arms over each end. He wanted them to see what they’d be going against if they got froggy and decided to leap. Bodie’s arms, neck shoulders and torso appeared sculptured from stone. Even Sully hesitated at the sight of him and he was shaking like a dog shitting a persimmon seed despite his big words—but scared equaled dangerous.
    “Don’t be a complete fool,” Bodie spoke. “You can’t kill me because everybody at the bus station saw me get jumped by a bunch of good ol’ boys wearing hoods. It won’t take a brain surgeon to see your broken nose and put two and two together. I turn up missing and all of y’all fuckers are getting gassed.”
    “If that