They were near a sharp turn on a rural, two-lane highway at least twenty miles north of North Little Rock. Rock didn't know why they chose this spot, but he and several others had, and despite the traffic, were having enormous fun playing several tricky and physically challenging games. A tall, overweight woman named Tammy, who Rock worked with at a restaurant in Fayetteville in the early 1980s, introduced one called split the wickets, in which a player would stand with their legs spread, and another would attempt to run between them at full speed.
Rich Yeager went first, and his head struck Tammy's upper thighs so hard that he fell to the road. Rock and the others laughed at the slapstick, but their laughter stopped when at least five large, young, menacing-looking black men began to approach them from a red Chevrolet Malibu, which one of them had just parked thirty feet away.
Rock was fearful, and immediately walked toward his car. Twenty feet before he reached it, he saw several young black women standing near his driver's side door. They had not taken an aggressive posture, so Rock felt he could reach his car without interference. Nevertheless, he remained very concerned about the men from the Malibu.
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