Whether in a Khaki suit or a pimped stripe. I'm a G for G and nuttin' else for life. You can bet your bottom biscuit. You get twisted if you dwellin' in my felon intuition (what up). The Pursuit Diaries
Stumbling into the brush, he cast a hurried look behind him. Three of them were still in pursuit, and making ground fast. He thrashed his way further into the bushland, leaving an obvious trail of broken and crushed foliage in his wake. At some point he was going to have to try and hide, or at least throw them off the scent. He slowed his pace and began looking for possible directions in which he could change course without making too much noise. He came to a small clearing free of shrubs in which a large ghost gum stood guard. To the left was an opening through the thicket that appeared to stay that clear for a few hundred metres at least. He moved in that direction for about 15 metres and stopped before a large Banksia which was almost blocking the path. He grasped a few of the branches closest to him and snapped them. He hoped this would be enough to be noticed once his pursuers came this way. He sprinted back the way he had come, being careful to stay on the edges of the path so as not to make obvious tracks. He then went to the opposite side of the clearing, past the old gum. This time he was careful not to break branches. He then moved more slowly, keeping as quiet as possible and taking in deep breaths to slow his heart rate.
He had gone this direction for only about 50 metres when he heard his pursuer’s crash into the clearing. There were some muffled conversations too muted by distance for him to hear. He stopped and crouched, straining to hear what was being said. Then a voice called out "there’s an opening over here", followed by more muted conversation and finally the sound of feet running off in the other direction. That was all he needed to hear, he took off again maintaining his careful footfalls. Every few minutes he would halt and listen, there were no sounds of pursuit. It was likely they would have noticed eventually the lack of tracks and broken foliage, and would be fanning out to cover a large area. This meant that he was far from being in the clear. This was harsh country and he had long ago lost his bearings. He merely ran in this direction because it was away from the pursuers. At some stage he would need to rest, and think, and eat.