Taking It on the Lam by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

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escapee was a duck soup mark, as he wouldn’t be carrying any hardware right after the break. It didn’t take long for a jalopy driving with its lights off to slow down before coming to a full stop near me.

I could tell that the driver and only occupant wanted to be seen as a Navajo as he was wearing a Concho containing a geometric pattern, a collarless shirt, and moccasins. His hair was held off his mug by a head band tied in a knot at the back. He was not smiling as he leaned toward the open side window. He said nothing, but held out his right hand palm up as if to say;

“Well, you want a ride or not?”

I know that I shouldn’t have, but I got in and sat unarmed in the shotgun seat. The Navajo was totally demented or on serious multiple hallucinogenics. He kept asking me for directions back

Taking It on the Lam