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in the center so the .first shot should have gone dead at Billy Boy but the guard was white, so he went for a nigger and one shot, one hit, then he tried a second nigger but no go, Billy Boy was close enough by then, close enough to make a fist of his right hand, a club of his arm, and one swing later and the guard was out on the ground and while another of the niggers grabbed the rifle Billy Boy was through the gate and into the street and running, running, it didn ’ t matter which direction, there was the prison wall on one side, small houses on the other, and up the street now a car was coming toward them, but the driver saw what he was in for, and the brakes shrieked, and the car tried making reverse but no go, the motor died, and the driver threw the door open and ran toward the nearest small house while Billy Boy led the niggers into the car and shit, it was one of those foreign bugs, no power, no size, and while the niggers piled in around him, Billy Boy turned the key and the wounded nigger said, “ start you motherfucker, ” and you could tell the panic but Billy Boy felt none of it, his hands were made for keys, keys and motors and anything else you wanted, his hands were magic so naturally the car started right up and he spun into a driveway, vrroomed off back the way the car had come.
    So it was a go, all systems were go like on the way to the moon, except Billy Boy didn ’ t know this part of Illinois, who the hell knew shit about downstate Illinois, unless you were born there and if you were born there you didn ’ t know shit about anything, that ’ s how dumb the hayseeds were, and he turned left at the first corner he came to, just because it was a corner and it led away from the walls, and then the first chance he had for a right, he took that and from the back came a nigger ’ s voice going “ Hey where the fuck you fuckin ’ goin ’ ? ” and Billy Boy made his voice big, big and deep when he said, “ You got a problem? ” and you could hear the nigger shitting in his britches as he quick said, “ You ’ re doin ’ it, just keep doin ’ it, you ’ re doin ’ it good, ” and Billy Boy nodded, felt the time coming for another turn, a left, and first chance he grabbed it and this was a straight stretch of road now, houses, sure, but not many people, and he gunned the mother, foot to the floor all out gunned it and all the niggers, you could tell they were really excited now, really up now, the prison was long long goner—
    —then Billy Boy stopped the car.
    He got out fast and they just looked at him, their questions falling over each other, “ Whass up? — where the fuck you goin ’ ? —you crazy—? ”
    He didn ’ t answer. No way he could answer. He had an answer, sure, a great answer, but it wasn ’ t the kind of thing you could say—
    —Billy Boy sensed things, that was all there was to it. He didn ’ t know how, he didn ’ t know why, he just knew that he sensed things, and he was sensing something now, sensing that it was time to get out, time to keep moving but not in the car, and without a look back he began to run toward a field and when the car roared down the road leaving him in the darkness, he didn ’ t feel alone or bad, no, he felt that things were right, solid, the car was fast but it wasn ’ t solid, not anymore.
    He got to the field fast and made his way to the far side and the first thing coming along was a girl, a girl on a bike and she was really barreling and he thought that maybe what he should do was just go out and grab the handlebars and shake her off and ride away and then he thought that maybe he ought to shake her off and then slip it to her, love her up good and fast, no one was in his class when it came to quick loving, they never forgot it after Billy Boy got off them, and what if this one was pretty, what if this one was—
    —no. Not now. He sensed it was wrong. Not a girl. Not a bike. Not now. Wrong. Wrong. Run. That was the thing now. Just