Chapter 3
High in the craggy primitiveness, the huge black man known as Horse Judson surveyed the adjoining hills with a powerful pair of field glasses. He was looking for any trace of police or ranger activity which might pose as a threat to him and his men.
Horse Judson and the eight men who hung around with him were on the run from the law. For years, Horse and his men had operated a highly efficient auto theft ring within a two hundred mile radius of this Western section of Idaho.
Unfortunately, Horse and his men had become just a bit too greedy, for the police of Hawks Landing, a sizable community about fifty miles from the Carlson Mountains, had discovered Horse's operation and had almost nabbed Horse and his men in the act. The only thing which prevented the police from nabbing Horse's gang was monitoring the police calls twenty minutes before the police were planning a raid on Horse's gang and he had managed to get a twenty minute lead on the police.
Horse knew that twenty minutes was not a very good time element for a total escape, so he had exercised the only option; the gang had driven to the base of the Carlson Mountains and had disappeared into their primitive wilderness in a desperate chance at temporary safety.
Horse knew that it would only be a matter of time before the police discovered the cars and guessed the course of action his gang had pursued, but by that time he would be at least on an alternative course.
"Looks clear to me!" the huge black man said to Paul. "Cops don't know we're here yet!"
"It's so secluded here that it'd take 'em a week to find us anyway!" Paul said.
"I dunno, man," Horse said, "they start flyin' around here and we've really had it!"
"Hell, if they send the choppers after us," Paul said, "all we have to do is lay low and wait till they fly out of here."
"Yeah, but the sooner we're out of here, the better!" Horse replied.
Horse was a force to be reckoned with! He was built like a steam shovel and no one but no one gave him any crap! He had always been the biggest, the strongest and the best!
As Horse surveyed the calm, bucolic country-side through his powerful field glasses, he suddenly spied Tricia, Sally, Ron and Don making slow progress up the side of a distant hill.
"Hey, Paul," he said as he handed his friend the binoculars, "take a look at this."
"Jesus!" Paul said as his greedy eyes zeroed in on the cheeky voluptuous buttocks of Tricia. "What an ass that blonde has! I'd like to get hold of her!"
"The other one ain't bad either," Horse replied. "Wonder who those two dudes are?"
"Who cares!" Paul said. "I don't care who they are! All's I'd like would be a chance to get a piece of those chick's ripe little asses!"
"Yeah, but we gotta be cool about it. We can't be running all over these hills or the cops'll spot us for sure," Horse said. "They're probably backpacking to Pearson Peak. It's the most popular place around here. From where we are right now, it's not hard to reach. There's lots of camouflage on the way there."
"Well," Paul said, "this might prove to be very interesting. Why don't we round up the boys and take a little hike over to Pearson Peak and see what happens." Horse smiled salaciously at the thought of two helpless white women caused fantasies of bestial lust to race through his mind.
"Good idea," he said.