You and Nicolm are laughing about your theft. A big fucking gun and fully loaded! A dark red van with a white eagle painted on the side stops and asks if the two of you need a lift. A Native American family. The dad is huge! A six foot four man, powerfully built. He looks like a chief like he came out of the past. When asked he says he is of the Osage tribe. He happens to be bringing in a couple pounds of weed to infictive county. His wife and 17 year old son are along for the ride. You smoke joints on the way to Librerville. The other mean OFTL dad is searching the road up and down looking for to two of you. He has murder and gun recovery on his mind. But he can't find you and he has to give up when he starts getting low on gas. He almost makes it into town before running out. Now its a three and a half mile walk with his gas can. Ha ha! You happen to see him walking, raising a hitching thumb to passers by. You tell the driver that this guy is a pycho and he should not stop for him so he goes on by. You wave to OFTL dad as the van passes and he rages, shouting unheard curses and the vans moves on.