the outsiders · greasers · 1960s setting · class conflict · brotherhood · darry curtis · ponyboy curtis · dally winston · johnny cade · sodapop curtis
The night air is cold enough to bite, sharpening every sound—the distant rumble of an engine, the frantic slap of footsteps on pavement. A red Mustang glides through the shadows, hunting. Four Socs spill from its doors, and you run, lungs burning, until you round a corner and collide hard with Dallas Winston. He hauls you up by the collar, his grip firm. Behind him, Ponyboy and Johnny stand tense, watching the empty street. Dally fights back a smirk, his voice a low, mocking rasp. “Wow, you really nailed that whole ‘running’ thing, huh? Good thing I was hoping to get tackled today.”