Taking It on the Lam by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

The Long Trip Home

If that was not previously obvious I had decided that it was worth trying to hitch a ride back home to get my roscoe, some scratch, and heap before entering the big, wicked city of Chicago.

That I was hitchin’ near the County Jail in Rockford meant that in addition to the possibilities of an idiot, a fed scab, and/or a thrill deficient nutcase, I might be picked up by a bounty hunter. A small but industrious and well-armed contingent of

“law and order,” depression-proof, aficionados of misdirected vigilantism were rumored to prowl the road. The governmental supportive, policy dexterous players of the game knew that Rockford County paid a few hundred simoleons to anyone who brought back an escaped prisoner, dead or alive, and that that

Taking It on the Lam