I was pretty happy with the result of our confrontation and couldn’t stop from smiling as I did my best to reassure my daughters that I'd been lying about getting bit. “Daddy’s a big fat liar, girls,” said Laura and we shared a laugh. Then she stiffened when she saw something in the rearview. “Oh shit.” “What? What’s wrong?” I asked. I looked back to see what she was concerned about. The thugs had followed us. I saw their truck jump over the edge of the field and onto the road where their flat tire sparked against the blacktop. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said. “I can’t drive too fast, Dave,” said Laura. “The girls aren’t buckled in. We can’t drive like crazy. I’m not going to be able to outrun them.” “They’ve got a flat,” I said. “It’s not going to be easy for them to follow us. And I’ve got a gun, so if they get too close I can take a few shots at them.” “I’m scared,” said Kim as she started to tremble. I held her hand and kissed her on the forehead.
