He had cut through the woods for a few hundred yards after someone came out guns blazing. Cops would be on the way, but he knew he had time, so he crossed the field to the road and made his way south. The cloud-covered sky made it pitch black out. Optimal conditions for him. He stayed close enough to the road to keep from sinking in the wet field. One car passed. Leon ducked and lay down in the grass to his right while they passed. The first street he came across looked promising. The houses older. They were spaced far apart from one another. As far as he could see, all the windows were dark. He skipped the first two and hit the third. There he found an F-150 prime for the taking. Dumb luck, some might think. Country folk, Leon thought. Always gullible enough to leave their keys in their vehicles. And this was a double down as far as luck was concerned. Not only were the keys in the ignition, the truck was a five-speed. Silent escape into the dark night. Leon didn’t leave right away.
