Thud! Montana's body was like deadweight that fell from behind the woman who was uncomfortably casual with her driving. If anything, Montana had screamed a thousand times and died ten less while keeping all of his sounds to himself. It was like a roller coaster with several one-kilometer drops.
Laquisha gracefully got off of her bike and kicked Montana to wake him up. "Child, get up. We don't have time to dilly-dally."
"Can I ride my hellhound next time?" Montana couldn't even speak loud enough for her to hear. When he got to his knees, his stomach gave up and forced him to throw up all the delicious soup he had in the lodging camp.
Caliga could only lick his cheek, but he was denied. Montana knew that his evil boy might end up licking his puke instead.
