Gator Kick by Phil Cummings

Gator Kick

“So where’s the dope?” asked Eldridge.
“The dope, hippie motherfucker? I’ll send you on a fucking trip you won’t forget right now…” He pivoted back, cocked his foot back and aimed a kick straight at Eldridge’s face. Eldridge raised his hand to ward off the kick while Barker’s foot let off the clutch. As the car leapt forward with a squeal the Big Dude’s shoe came off in Eldridge’s hand and the... Big Dude spun back and pancaked face-down onto the blazing hot black tarmac.