This guy and his daughter (she's sporting a helluva pair; too bad we never see those) are examining a mysterious skeleton when the skeleton's former associates - evil gargoyles who work for the Devil - show up to get it back. The good guys manage to escape with the skeleton's head, but before they do one of the gargoyles attacks their car, tears the luggage rack half off, punches out a side window, bashes in the windshield, and claws several gashes clear through the roof. ("Better get a jack," the repair guy says later.) Before long the gargoyles try for the head again. This time they manage to get it back, but in the process one of them gets hit by a truck while he's running across the highway! Ha! Supernatural evil sure isn't what it used to be. They're bound to get it right sooner or later though, and it looks like the third time's the charm: they attack the hotel the good guys are staying at, bust the place up, flip over the main guy's car when he tries to flee, and make off with their dead buddy and the daughter. (If I was them I would've snagged a few towels too, and maybe a bathrobe.) Then, in an effort to cover their tracks, they hang around in front of the gas station for so long they might as well have started signing autographs. Needless to say the secret is out, so the main guy rounds up as many cops, trucks, guns, horses, dogs, dirt bikes, and punk kids as he can find and they track the gargoyles down and use the Second Amendment plus some good old-fashioned American know-how to shoot and/or set fire to nearly every one of the bastards.

And that's the end of their reign of horseshit.