I did run away when I brought a bat to a gunfight.
It was rather prudent.

You ever run up on someone ready to hit them with a bat and have a .44 pointed dead between your eyes?
Nobody died that night. I call that a win.
Helluva night.
By the time they were shooting, we were too far away.
1 friend was hanging on the back trunk until we got out of range.
But speeding away out of range of pistols we were.
In something with a Ford 302.
And then they called the cops, too, and the cops chased us, but we got away.
It was like, they shot at us, my buddy's hanging on the trunk to gtfo there and then here comes the police chasing us, seriously.
All because these assholes beat up some younger and smaller dudes that came to us for help.
They didn't get no lessons taught to them that night. Lord knows we tried.

They probably got some from God.
The ones who did that were total assholes like Dutch.
The one tried to make me think he was OK for decades, but he was the one with the gun, so that never happened.