By Atlanta Stud
Seth put on his Tecova Doc square toe boots and, with Jacob in the lead, hands secured in the Peerless cuffs, they hopped up in Seth’s hand me down Wrangler and Seth buckled up Jacob.
“Hey, toss me the sweatshirt on the back seat so I can cover up my hands so nobody sees the cuffs.”
“Hah, nothing doing, buddy. I doubt anyone will see them anyway with the doors and windows on this ‘old thing. Sit back and enjoy the ride. I’ll take the cuffs off once we get to the Army Navy store.”
The smaller two-lane state highways didn’t bother Jacob much, it was when they hit 35 South, the four-lane divided, that he got nervous. Someone in a pickup or a trucker in a rig would surely see the cuffs if they glanced over, so he pulled the sleeves of his long sleeve t-shirt over as much as he could to hide the metal.