“Let all what go?” She leans backward over the handlebars, trying to understand him. He points his thumb skyward, grinning. “You mean your balloons?”
“Yup. My flyin’ critters. That’ll distract ’em, all right. You can get away and join yer friend up there on that horse. Got this far, now might as well get that law changed.” Jerry’s smile widens. His face is red and beads of sweat trickle from his freckled forehead. “Whadda’ya say? You ready?”
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