These motherfuckers! Hey we're leaving, you assholes!
[He shouts back at the car over his shoulder just as he guns the engine and sends them rocketing forward toward the highway ramp. It's some relief that all he hears behind is laughter and the engines of the vehicles, rather than the pop of a gun. New York taught him plenty about that kind of future and now he's ready for it, but that doesn't mean he wants either of them being shot at. Especially not Chrissy, currently perched like a human shield between him and the guys in the car chasing after them.
It's a brief chase, only a few minutes, but it's enough to get his heart pounding, until finally the boys in the car break off and take an exit while jeering and shouting at the two of them, calling them cowards and all kinds of things far worse. It feels bad to run, he fucking hates it, but he has to get home. He told Dale he'd be home and he intends to make that happen.
He's still checking his mirrors as they start to leave the center of El Paso behind them, but by now they must be in the clear, and finally he loosens his grip and takes a breath.]
Idiots. They're just fuckin' around, I bet. I'll show their veteranos a thing or two when we get back to California. Stomp 'em into the fuckin' dust so they never make it out this far.
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[He shouts back at the car over his shoulder just as he guns the engine and sends them rocketing forward toward the highway ramp. It's some relief that all he hears behind is laughter and the engines of the vehicles, rather than the pop of a gun. New York taught him plenty about that kind of future and now he's ready for it, but that doesn't mean he wants either of them being shot at. Especially not Chrissy, currently perched like a human shield between him and the guys in the car chasing after them.
It's a brief chase, only a few minutes, but it's enough to get his heart pounding, until finally the boys in the car break off and take an exit while jeering and shouting at the two of them, calling them cowards and all kinds of things far worse. It feels bad to run, he fucking hates it, but he has to get home. He told Dale he'd be home and he intends to make that happen.
He's still checking his mirrors as they start to leave the center of El Paso behind them, but by now they must be in the clear, and finally he loosens his grip and takes a breath.]
Idiots. They're just fuckin' around, I bet. I'll show their veteranos a thing or two when we get back to California. Stomp 'em into the fuckin' dust so they never make it out this far.