Byers, Colorado sealed his fate.
The wind was more crafty than cruel. It threw a whipsaw flurry of unforeseen punches.
He knew they were coming and when he looked up at the sky, he may as well have been looking into the eyes of a welterweight.
He saw nothing but menace.
Maybe he was looking into the eyes of Emile Griffith.
Maybe he could light out for Griffith Park.
That’s how it felt to him in Byers, Colorado, where he decided there was nothing to do but outrun the law.
