1927 Mississippi, St.Louis.

Rocky, Ivy, and Freckle had been running for a while. Freckle was holding his handgun, even though he didn't like using it. At all. Ivy's jacket had been somewhat torn.

Ivy: "huff huff H-how long do we have to keep running-?"

Rocky: "I want to put as much space between us and Mordecai and his 'friend's as possible!"

Freckle: "Rocky-y does have a point. Besides, that- that Mordecai guy is a definite sharpshooter."

Click

Rocky: "... Run!"