By The Campfire

• Sail Cat Road continues now. #
• Sail Cat Road, Chapter 22 #
• The metal fishing boat with the 25-horse Merc was nosed up onto the slanted mud bank. They stopped for a second to see if anyone was near. #
• A small cabin was visible through the trees. No movement. People were talking loudly behind them in the direction of the café. Dogs barked. #
• Gus jumped in the boat and cranked it with two pulls. Jolene was second in. Jimmy pushed it out and pulled himself up and over the side. #
• A muddy V frothed from the prop. Gus pointed the boat upstream. Police always looked downstream. The Gulf, and freedom, was down there. #
• No one would suspect upstream; Gus knew that. So did Jimmy. Jolene only wanted to move away quickly. She did not care in which direction. #
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• Sail Cat Road continues now. #
• Jolene lay low in the boat so it would look like two men out fishing. She reloaded her clip from extra rounds in her pockets. #
• Moss hung from tree branches almost to the water like whiskers from flood-bent trees. To the south, thunder ached over the swamps. #
• Snakes made S’s through the chocolate water and a small alligator wallowed in mud below a broken, grayed pier. Mosquitos chased the boat. #
• Thick brush hugged the riverbanks. The Merc churned against the current. A bridge was ahead. Not good news. Cops loved bridges. Gus slowed. #
• “Faster,” said Jimmy. “They ain’t up this far yet,” Gus twisted the handle harder. Jolene lay on wet, dead wigglers soaking her clothes. #
• I moment of cool shade darkened the three as they went under the bridge. On the other side, the sun revealed a fish camp ahead. #
• Jimmy slid .45 caliber rounds into his extra clip. “Get it and go. This will be the first place they look. Ease up and I’ll grab it.” #
• Jolene studied the cabin. No one. She scanned the trees. No trucks. “Fishing must suck here,” she said. “Rednecks fish anytime, anywhere.” #
• “It’s Tuesday. They don’t fish on Tuesdays,” said Gus. “Tomorrow, they’ll be back. Maybe tonight. They’re working or drinking now.” #
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