He picks her up on Route 283, heading North toward Eastman Road. As she hustles to the car, her Western cowgirl boots kick up traveling dust, her Southern drawl revving up a rebel yell, ‘HOWDY!… WHERE YA’LL HEADED?’ Her eyebrows shoot North when he shows her the gun just East of Tucson, an Old West six-shooter with pearled grips. They use it to rob their first store in South Dakota. The converging storm forms from out of the NorthEast, their car surrounded then battered by FBI and police from three MidWest states. The situation quickly heads South in a flurry of gunfire and carnage, ending just in time to make the ten o’clock NEWS.
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