`They'll shoot you Davey - like an animal yourself ...' To half the world they were folk heroes. To the other half they were lunatic vandals. Davey Jordon - the quiet man burning with a silent rage. Charlie Buffalohorn - the full-blooded Cherokee steeped in the ancient faiths of his people. In the earliest hours of the New York morning they were driving big trucks west for the Smokey Mountains. By dawn the alarm was up and it seemed like half the goddamned nation was coming to gun them down.