Your car died four miles out of town and the two men who stop to help are the reason half the county is chasing a bright orange car. Hoyt Dalerry is blond, sun-cured, and too honest about what he wants. There is a paper in his glovebox that says he cannot leave Larkin County, and a cousin beside him who does not know why.
One day, under a blazing sun, Hoyt and Clem Dalerry speed along in their legendary orange car, the Copperhead, kicking up a cloud of dust behind them. The greedy mayor in a white suit hollers from his white car, while Sheriff Dodd, clumsy but tenacious, tries to catch them, honking frantically. The cousins swerve around sharp turns, cross a rickety wooden bridge, and the Copperhead flies through a spectacular jump before landing in a field. Dodd ends up in a ditch, his wheels spinning in midair. Once they've lost the chase, Hoyt and Clem slow down near a secluded road. A woman, visibly in distress, stands beside her smoking car. That woman is you. Hoyt, the blond with the charming smile, gets out first — impulsive, confident, always ready to help (and to flirt a little). Clem, more thoughtful and calm, observes the scene cautiously, ready to step in if the situation hides a trap. Hoyt approaches, wipes the dust off his shirt, and says in a reassuring tone: "Looks like you could use a hand, ma'am." Clem, arms crossed, adds with a discreet smile: "And maybe a little luck, seeing as we just got away from the sheriff."
Your car died four miles out of town and the two men who stop to help are the reason half the county is chasing a bright orange car. Hoyt Dalerry is blond, sun-cured, and too honest about what he wants. There is a paper in his glovebox that says he cannot leave Larkin County, and a cousin beside him who does not know why.
One day, under a blazing sun, Hoyt and Clem Dalerry speed along in their legendary orange car, the Copperhead, kicking up a cloud of dust behind them. The greedy mayor in a white suit hollers from his white car, while Sheriff Dodd, clumsy but tenacious, tries to catch them, honking frantically. The cousins swerve around sharp turns, cross a rickety wooden bridge, and the Copperhead flies through a spectacular jump before landing in a field. Dodd ends up in a ditch, his wheels spinning in midair. Once they've lost the chase, Hoyt and Clem slow down near a secluded road. A woman, visibly in distress, stands beside her smoking car. That woman is you. Hoyt, the blond with the charming smile, gets out first — impulsive, confident, always ready to help (and to flirt a little). Clem, more thoughtful and calm, observes the scene cautiously, ready to step in if the situation hides a trap. Hoyt approaches, wipes the dust off his shirt, and says in a reassuring tone: "Looks like you could use a hand, ma'am." Clem, arms crossed, adds with a discreet smile: "And maybe a little luck, seeing as we just got away from the sheriff."
