Chapter 15: Hope

The night begins to fall as they wait in the boxcar. In the twilight the train lurches, a sleeping beast awakening. Meeks sits with his feet dangling from the car, twirling the coin on his necklace. He's got two guns now. Beal practices quick draw actions in the new light with a fake gun, excited.

Meeks shakes his head at him. A small breeze kicks up.

“Oh man, the way you fooled that cop, and you were like, ‘Nobody's that fast.’ Man, you are so good.”

Meeks rolls his eyes.

“You were like, ‘I'm done runnin'. Don't come lookin' for me, punk, or I'll fill your heart up full of lead.’"

“Stop it. I didn't say all that.”

“Well, it was something like that. Close, anyway. Oh man, the way he was twitchin', though, like he was gonna go for his gun. I saw it in his eyes. He wanted to draw on you, but you already had him. Damn. Why's he want to kill you so bad?”

“Long story.”