Savages

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Chon parks the Mustang two miles away and hikes in through the thick chaparral on the hillsides.

Feels almost good to be humping it again.

He plops his ass down, gets out the nocs, and scopes the terrain until he finds what he’s looking for—a sharp curve in the road away from the houses. Takes a mental snapshot and stores it.

I-Rock-and-Roll, Stanland, SoCal.

An ambush is an ambush.

Is an ambush.