Jonas LittlebearJonas Littlebear came up fighting. If the four small-town bullies who’d jumped his ass had known him, they would have been expecting it. As it was, they were high fiving an imaginary victory and forgot him. Big mistake. He exploded off the ground and caught the biggest and meanest right in the balls, elbowed one in the ribs, hip-butted another, and broke the nose of the last one with a rattlesnake strike. Three were out of it; the fourth broke for parts unknown.
Jonas took off in the opposite direction. Once he’d turned a couple of corners, he slowed to a walk to attract less attention. He made straight for the highway and stuck out his thumb.
The police cruisers came at him from two directions. In his experience, you didn’t run from cops unless you had a safe place to ho
