The man on the chev was an African in very colorful clothing. Bud 
recognized the patterns on that cloth and knew without bothering to check for 
the scar that the guy was Ashanti. As soon as he caught Bud's eye, he kicked it 
up another gear, to a tantivy. He was going to cut Bud off before he could 
reach Sendero. And he was too far away, yet, to be reached by the skull gun, 
whose infinitesimal bullets had a disappointingly short range.