[Well, shit. He hears gunshots after a few seconds of waiting to see what happens, and that's not something he likes much at all. He takes off into the pines, figuring if anyone notices and tries to come after him it'll at least slow anyone on a horse, and mostly just tries to get himself away from the field so he can circle back around to make sure Chrissy made it out okay.

The trees come to an end, leaving just open land for him to walk across, but with nobody following him he'll just walk and pretend he wasn't part of any of that. It's Chrissy he's worried about though, and he doesn't see her right away. Instead he sees Cruz, heading right for him with some serious stomp to his pace.]

Hey, did you see - ow, what the fuck?

[Cruz grabs him by the back of the jacket like a mother cat with a kitten in her mouth, and drags him a few short feet before Johnnie manages to wriggle free of his jacket and spins on his heel to face his apparent attacker, knife in his hand.]

What the fuck got into you, man?

[Cruz almost drops the jacket, but then thinks better of it and holds onto it as he backs toward the barn.]

You two are seriously going to put this whole plan in jeopardy before it even gets off the ground. Miss Cunningham is fine, no thanks to you.