“We "re not in Kansas anymore, Toto,” she said out loud.
Then something flashed in the distance, and realizing what it was, she gestured toward the highway and shouted: “Look!”
Roger and the clerk peered into the heat wave. There were pulsating red and blue lights blocking both the off-ramp and the on-ramp. Everyone inside the store cheered. The Calvary had arrived at last.
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The bikers saw it, too, and hurriedly began kick-starting their motors.
The Old Hippie"s Harley rumbled up next to Omar"s, and he gave the leader"s shoulder a rugged massage. “It"s no good, man. They"ve got us pinned.”
Omar"s eyes were dark, empty space. “What?” he said. “What?”
Blood was coursing from beneath his leather chaps and filling up his right boot.
The Old Hippie shook him violently. “The cops
