Twitter Weekly Updates for 2010-03-14

  • Sail Cat Road continues now. #
  • Jimmy raked a shot under the car and grazed the left ankle on the other side. A woman’s scream rose into the eave of the small building. #
  • The sockless man lay dead, face down in front of Jolene. She lay down behind his body, seeing a torso on the ground behind the Buick. #
  • A hand tipped with red nail polish curled over the hood and fired aimlessly. One round hit the side of a bread truck. The rest hit nothing. #
  • Eight shots. 9mm. The shooter had four more shots. It didn’t matter. Jimmy saw how it would end; two dead shooters – like always. #
  • Sail Cat Road will continue later. Thank you for following. #
  • Sail Cat Road continues now. #
  • Jolene lay flat on the ground, her ear on the asphalt. She stretched her arms and pumped five rounds into the tire. The car collapsed. #
  • Jimmy saw the woman's head hit the pavement. He finished her with one shot in the ear from 30 feet. Sirens droned down the road. #
  • Gus could see from the inside that it was over, unless there was a third shooter. There was. He ran from the left and fired toward the café. #
  • Glass dropped onto tables and people screamed. Jolene rolled over the corpse of the first man. Headlights exploded. Metal dinged. #
  • A bullet wiggled through the window, divoting Gus’ left ear. It sounded like a zipper. Blood ran down his neck and stained his shirt. #
  • Jimmy leaned into the left side of the door and opened the man’s head with a squeeze. The sirens were too close now. “Go,” he said. “Now.” #
  • Gus ran into the parking lot, pulled Jolene up, and they ran to the back. She had the keys out, ready to crank her stolen car. She did not. #
  • Panic poured from the small building in awkward stumbling. Jimmy and Gus ran across waist-deep grass into the pines. Jolene waited. #
  • Three deputies slid to a stop, spraying gravel as their cruisers lurched into the parking lot. Nothing happened for at least two minutes. #
  • Radios crackled. The officers assessed the situation. Three bodies. Bullet holes all over the place. People inside and outside yelling. #
  • A woman with a weapon stood beside the dumpster. A 9 mm hung loosely in her hand; her face so calm, so detached. #
  • Jolene was tired of running. She was tired of being shot at. She looked almost asleep. Deputies’ voices echoed. She only heard the shots. #
  • Sail Cat Road continues later. Thank you for following. Chapters 1-20 at http://sailcatroad.posterous.com #
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  • Now I'm afraid of my mattress: http://terrytaylor.posterous.com #
  • Sail Cat Road continues now. #
  • One shot. Then another. Three more. Five. These deputies were not the top of their class at target practice. Jolene did not move. #
  • At the edge of the woods, Jimmy turned to go back for her. Gus called her name over and over. The deputies fired again and again. #
  • Cinderblock fell in chunks on the asphalt with each round the deputies fired. They had no regard for the customers safety. They just shot. #
  • That was the clue for Jimmy. Jolene was way ahead of him. Gus knew things were not as they seemed and stepped from behind the vehicle. #
  • Jolene jerked the 9 mm up and sighted past her wrists. The mechanics of her weapon jerked over and over, shells bouncing end over end. #
  • Sail Cat Road will continue later. Thank you for following. #
  • Going to the mattresses: http://terrytaylor.posterous.com #
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  • Sail Cat Road continues now. #
  • Jimmy worked around the back of the building. Shots raked above him. Some caught in the peeling roof splashing gray bits onto his head. #
  • Dropping to one knee, Jolene put two rounds into one deputy. His chest opened onto the ground with a slush like a box of cheap wine. #
  • Both of his knees crunched into cracked asphalt. When violent men die, the sudden peacefulness pools in their eyes. This one almost smiled. #
  • A millisecond after Gus pulled the trigger, the second deputy’s arm exploded, knocking the gun into a perfect arc across the hood of a Ford. #
  • A grimace puckered the man’s face into the horrid realization that death was coming with the next shot. He clinched his teeth. #
  • The next round from Gus’ .45 caught the shooter in the groin and doubled him over with a yelp. The third took off the back of his head. #
  • Jolene crippled the third deputy with a grazing knee wound, then laid him flat on his back with another hit in the shoulder. A truck passed. #
  • The driver sped up as he realized the nature of the events unfolding in front of the restaurant. His cell was pressed hard against his ear. #
  • Sail Cat Road will continue later. Thank you for following. #
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