[After that kiss, he pulls away to start trying to creep closer to the guard on horseback he'd seen earlier. It isn't easy - the guy has a vantage point up there, which he's clearly using to scan the fields for anyone misbehaving. He's not keeping an eye at his back, though, so Johnnie sticks to the thin pines and shrubs for cover.
All the warnings the guys had given him keep echoing in his head, which is some bullshit. Mostly Cruz was worried about him being seen with Chrissy, but the root of the matter is that these fuckers will take one look at him and think some really shitty things no matter what. But if that's the case, why do anything but be shitty right back? If they're expecting trouble, he'll give 'em trouble, he's not here to win friends. If they see a brown kid creeping around in the bushes, fuck it, whatever. Better than them finding Chrissy talking to the people they're keeping captive.
One of those shrubs is actually dense enough for him to sit behind and watch for a while. The guard nearest him has a pretty simple patrol, north and south along the field border. There's another he can see now too, making his way down a farm road in the middle of the fields. Sort of where he'd thought Chrissy was headed, but he can't see her from here to be sure. Hopefully she's well hidden.
Or maybe he can get the attention of a few of those assholes at once, keep them from going any farther that way. He's tempted to shoot at a tree just to make a noise, but they'll probably find him too easily. Instead, he looks around and finds himself a forked stick, grabs a hefty rock, loads it onto the fork and uses it as an extension of his arm to throw that rock hard at the nearest dude on horseback, then lays flat and watches.
The rock misses, but it hits the horse instead. Startled, it pins its ears back and crashes forward into the fields, scattering a couple of people in its way while the rider struggles to regain control of it. That ought to get people looking that way - maybe slow down some of the other patrols, as they first figure out what the fuck happened over on this side.]
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All the warnings the guys had given him keep echoing in his head, which is some bullshit. Mostly Cruz was worried about him being seen with Chrissy, but the root of the matter is that these fuckers will take one look at him and think some really shitty things no matter what. But if that's the case, why do anything but be shitty right back? If they're expecting trouble, he'll give 'em trouble, he's not here to win friends. If they see a brown kid creeping around in the bushes, fuck it, whatever. Better than them finding Chrissy talking to the people they're keeping captive.
One of those shrubs is actually dense enough for him to sit behind and watch for a while. The guard nearest him has a pretty simple patrol, north and south along the field border. There's another he can see now too, making his way down a farm road in the middle of the fields. Sort of where he'd thought Chrissy was headed, but he can't see her from here to be sure. Hopefully she's well hidden.
Or maybe he can get the attention of a few of those assholes at once, keep them from going any farther that way. He's tempted to shoot at a tree just to make a noise, but they'll probably find him too easily. Instead, he looks around and finds himself a forked stick, grabs a hefty rock, loads it onto the fork and uses it as an extension of his arm to throw that rock hard at the nearest dude on horseback, then lays flat and watches.
The rock misses, but it hits the horse instead. Startled, it pins its ears back and crashes forward into the fields, scattering a couple of people in its way while the rider struggles to regain control of it. That ought to get people looking that way - maybe slow down some of the other patrols, as they first figure out what the fuck happened over on this side.]