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Okay, the first part of the plan had worked. Joey was out, away, and well into the woods. The other part had been a disaster and Starsky\u2019d been shot. He was holding the makeshift tourniquet in place while I\u2019d slit the jeans from his ankle to the wound, tried to keep my hands from shaking, and did a quick inspection. Shit! Didn\u2019t look good.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, don\u2019t worry. I tol\u2019 ya, Gene Autry gets it there all the time.\u201d<\/p>\n

God! My partner could joke under the most dire of circumstances. I refused to allow the shudder in my heart to surface and scowled. \u201cYou said he got it in the shoulder.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShoulder, leg, other shoulder, other leg\u2026\u201d Starsky grimaced and his breath caught. \u201cSeemed like he got shot every other week\u2026 and there are only so many body parts acceptable to parents.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, well, I hate to be the one to break it to you, buddy, but this isn\u2019t a Saturday afternoon matinee.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t need to say a word, I felt his pain as if I was the one with a bullet in my leg. I dug out my handkerchief, folded it into a pad, and tucked it under the slit in the faded fabric over the still-bleeding hole.<\/p>\n

\u201cListen\u2026 Gene\u2019s pals always found him in –\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWill you please shut up<\/em> about Gene Autry?\u201d Immediately angry with myself for allowing fear to leak into my voice, I glanced at his surprised face and hunched my shoulders. \u201cSorry.\u201d I tried my version of his lop-sided smile. \u201cI was a Roy Rogers fan.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2018Course you were.\u201d The smile he managed was almost genuine. \u201cBlond horse.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPalomino.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhatever\u2026. Trigger, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood memory.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI never forget a blond.\u201d<\/p>\n

I appreciated what his easy tone and simple words meant and sent him a look that told him so. The banter hadn\u2019t solved our problem, but if it kept his mind off the pain I was willing to keep it going. Putting as much lightness in my voice as possible, I patted his uninjured knee. \u201cSo, how do we get ourselves out of here, Mr. Bronson?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll think of something, Hutch. You always do. I trust you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t forget, Bronson got away. McQueen didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen you\u2019ll just have to do better than Steve.\u201d The grin he sent me settled my soul. \u201cWon\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGuaranteed, Starsk.\u201d I looked up at the tractor and an idea crawled into my rattled brain. \u201cI never liked motorcycles anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Bad guys, bullet wounds
\nBanter helps ease pain and fears
\nUntil a plan forms<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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