I'm bored. Lightning round rules...first to three is the course we take. Nights Hotter Than the Barrel of My Gun Page 1, The roughest ride The night air was hot and wet, just like his back. With a shaking hand, Luke reached behind him. A glancing touch, a flash of pain. He knew without seeing the damage that his back was probably in more shreds than the remains of his shirt. It may have been his first roadhauling, but in that moment he swore that it would be those bastards' last. He rolled up off his stomach and slowly searched the dark ground. They had roped his feet and took off out of town, dragging him in tow. He was lucky, on one of the hard bounces his feet had come free. He only hoped that the boots had come free with him, otherwise his feet would be as raw as his back by the time he got back to town. He continued searching the ground blindly with his hands. What seemed like agonizing hours later, he found his boots. With a sigh of relief and a grimace in pain, he flopped onto his backside and pulled them on. Then he slowly stood up and started heading into the dark night. To head out into the wilderness, turn to page 5. To head back into the center of town, turn to page 21. To head to the outskirts of town, turn to page 60.