‘Oh shit!’ the small bullet passed through the fleshy part of Linwood’s shoulder.  He would have time to feel it later, right now adrenaline helped to block out most of the pain.   Linwood was surprised at how nimble Frank was.  The fat fuck could move.  Linwood hoped that he couldn’t run.  “Heads up!” he said as he slung the tire iron at the thug’s face and bolted for the safety of a truck stop across the highway.