"They're still there," Roger rasped, glancing at the side mirror.
The desert sun didn’t set; it bled out over the horizon, turning the Texas asphalt into a jagged streak of obsidian. Frank pushed the 440 Magnum until the steering wheel vibrated in his sweaty palms. Beside him, Roger was reloading the shotgun, his hands shaking so hard the shells rattled against the floorboards. Race with the Devil YIFY
Roger leaned out, the wind whipping his hair into a frenzy. The shotgun blast shattered the sedan’s windshield, but the car didn't veer. It surged forward, slamming into them again, forcing the vehicle toward the crumbling edge of the shoulder. "They aren't stopping, Frank! They don't care if they die!" "They're still there," Roger rasped, glancing at the
A heavy thud rocked the rear bumper. One of the sedans had pulled alongside, its grill gritting against their quarter panel. A man leaned out of the passenger window, his face a mask of calm, calculated fury. He wasn’t holding a gun; he was holding a heavy, hooked chain. "Take the shot!" Frank yelled. Beside him, Roger was reloading the shotgun, his