EXT. FOREST.
Underbrush is waist high between the trees, and growing thicker. POPPER chops with a machete. VALENTINE covers him.
POPPER: Get down!
Gunshot drives VALENTINE into cover.
VALENTINE: Who is it?
POPPER: Must be they was on to me after all. We gotta get out of here now.
POPPER throws VALENTINE’s rifle. VALENTINE slings the rifle over his shoulder. POPPER gives him the machete and points to a patch of brush.
POPPER: You do the cutting.
POPPER covers VALENTINE as they crash through the brush.
VALENTINE: It’s all prickers!
POPPER: The less you cut, the more it's going to stick in them when they come after us.
VALENTINE: They have guns!
POPPER: We have guns, and they are running low on ammo.
Another shot hits the ground near by.
POPPER: Cooleys can’t shoot for shit.
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