Danny Ross, kid hitch-hiker trapped by circumstantial evidence . . . Now he was a fugitive, alone and friendless . . .
His one ally lay on the seat of the stolen car, the gun he’s ripped from the sheriff’s holster when he escaped. The sight of it brought sweat to his forehead, made him want to toss it out the window. But he could not . . .
Now it was all he had, and he was going to need it . . .
