But before they'd gone 20ft, Andrew shouted, someone's coming fast. Going back wasn't an option. They were trapped. The men locked the station wagon's doors, and while Goodman kept his eyes glued to the lights approaching from the rear, chaney and Schwarner watched helplessly as men approached on foot from the front. The window exploded, showering Chaney with glass. At the same time, the shotgun butt slammed to the side of his head. Get out, nigger