[ McCree will be sure to thank him for it later. As it is, he skirts around the rock, just ahead of a spray of bullets. He hops into the Jeep, jamming it into drive and flooring it.
By the time they make it back to the main road, there's a single pair of headlights gaining on them fast, so McCree does what any sensible person would do. He cuts the headlights and veers off the road, seeking shelter behind a dilapidated billboard apparently forgotten by time. Once they're there, he cuts the engine, too, and waits.
Their pursuers have slowed to a crawl by the time they get close, four flashlight beams shining out from the old pickup, searching for their quarry. At McCree's guess there's probably five of them, one for each flashlight plus the driver.
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By the time they make it back to the main road, there's a single pair of headlights gaining on them fast, so McCree does what any sensible person would do. He cuts the headlights and veers off the road, seeking shelter behind a dilapidated billboard apparently forgotten by time. Once they're there, he cuts the engine, too, and waits.
Their pursuers have slowed to a crawl by the time they get close, four flashlight beams shining out from the old pickup, searching for their quarry. At McCree's guess there's probably five of them, one for each flashlight plus the driver.
Quietly, he says, ] How good a shot are you?