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September 09, 2008
Batesville Installment Eighteen
“Seriously. How the fuck are we getting out of this, Paul?” Bob asks as his friend steers the car towards the city of Batesville. Since the gas station they got back on 50 Highway, then exited onto some bumfuck highway headed north.
“Best plan I’ve got right now?”
“I’ll take any plan, dude.”
“We wait until they pass out drunk and then take off.”
Bob stares at Paul for a half a minute, then says, “That’s the best you’ve got?”
“Yeah. What’d you have in mind?”
“Wait until they pass out drunk and then sneak out.” They both laugh hard. “We’re so fucked, aren’t we?”
“We gotta get away from these guys, Bob. I just don’t know how.”
They drive along quietly as the rain steadily picks up its pace. They follow the country highway along until it eventually deposits them in Odessa, a small town east of Batesville which has seen steady residential growth in recent years. They drive slowly through the town, slowing down past the police station, both wondering if it’s worth the risk, but when they share a glance they know that these Podunk cops aren’t up for dealing with the likes of Earl Campbell. They proceed on to the exit to Interstate 70 West, towards Batesville, Missouri, neither of them cognizant of what the little town holds for them.
Posted by Schamberger at September 9, 2008 10:06 AM