Your gunfire catches the fleeing clansman in the neck and lifts him clean out of the saddle. (Remember to deduct the relevant number of rounds from your Ammo Pouch.) In your rear-view mirror you see him bounce off the highway, roll over, and then disappear from view amongst a tangle of dead sagebrush at the side of the road. His bike continues in a straight line for almost a minute until, with a loud crash, it finally flips end-over-end and bursts into flames.
Less than a mile along the highway you happen upon a deserted stretch of Highway 87, running directly across your path. You join it, heading south, and within a few minutes you catch sight of a town on the road ahead. A glance at your map confirms your suspicions: you are approaching the outskirts of Sterling City.