Deputy Head Girl Lindsay takes control
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They hadn't heard any more on the protection racket front, so Eddy decided to join Bill for the Saturday night rounds. They had just left The Gold Dust Saloon when they heard a crash of breaking glass up the street a ways. They ran toward the noise and found a man sitting in the space normally occupied by the display window. He looked at the two lawmen and mumbled, "Ifen ye gentlemensh will he'p me up, I'd appresh..." and fell over, dead drunk.
Bill and Eddy looked at each other and started laughing. The man's heavy workman's clothing had protected him from the broken glass, so he had only a few superficial scratches. They bent over to help the man to jail to sleep off his drunk when a bullet whizzed over Eddy's head. Eddy dropped all the way to the boardwalk and pulled Bill down with him. The "drunk" jumped up and ran away so fast that they knew that the man couldn't have been drunk—it was a trap! But a trap for which one?
Bill started to get up to chase the "drunk," but Eddy yelled at him to stay down. At that moment, another bullet plowed into the wood near Eddy's head. The shop doorway was recessed about 3 feet behind the display windows and Eddy pushed Bill toward that refuge while he wormed his way off the sidewalk into the gutter. Another bullet flew by and this time Eddy was able to catch a glimpse of the muzzle flash.
Eddy shouted to Bill, "THE BASTARD'S ACROSS THE STREET BEHIND THAT WATERING TROUGH!"
Bill responded, "I SEE HIM! YOU GET TO COVER! I'LL COVER YOU!"
Eddy crawled as fast as he could to hunker down behind another watering trough. A bullet buried itself in the trough Eddy was sheltering behind. Bill fired and there was a scream of rage and pain. About this time, there were spectators beginning to accumulate at both ends of the street and several had pulled their guns. Bill yelled, "PUT DOWN YOUR GUN! YOU'RE UNDER ARREST! YOU'RE SURROUNDED! GIVE UP NOW!"
There was a shout of, "YOU'LL NEVER GET ME!" and the attacker jumped up to run away. This was all the spectators needed—several men started shooting and the running man was hit several times in the chest and head. He was dead before either Bill or Eddy could get to him. There was also a lot of broken glass from stray bullets, but nobody worried about that at the time. Luckily, none of the bystanders had been hit.
Bill went to fetch Mike and the undertaker while Eddy searched the dead man. All he found was a pocket watch and a pistol. The man didn't even have a spare pistol (you can't quickly reload a loose-powder pistol, so most professional assassins carried more than one). Eddy wondered, "Was this guy that sure of himself?"
Eddy stood up and turned to the crowd. He said, "THANKS FOR THE HELP, FOLKS! SHOW'S OVER! YOU CAN LEAVE NOW!"
Most of the spectators left, but one man walked up. "I know that man. He's Al Caldwell. A petty crook and grifter. But I don't know much more. He sometimes worked as a swamper at a saloon or hotel."
"Thanks for the information. That's more than I knew."
Mike, Bill and the undertaker arrived a short time later and threw Al's body into the buckboard. The undertaker drove off, after a nod of thanks to Eddy.
Mike grinned and said, "You're making Jed's month. He'd never had this much business from the city afore you showed up. Where're you finding so many poor souls to kill?"
"I don't know where they're coming from. I wish I did. But blame this one on the good people of Sacramento—they're the ones who fired the fatal shots."
"Are you sure that you were the target? Bill told me about the affair, and he claimed that none of the shots were aimed at him."
"Yeah, I figure this must be more of the protection scam. They must be getting tired of me interrupting their fun."
"You want the rest of the night off? You must be tired."
"Yeah, I would like to go home. Getting shot at really does tire me out!"
"OK, go ahead. You've earned the time off. We'll see you Sunday night."
Eddy went home and to bed. Martha knew that there must have been trouble for him to come home early, but she could get the whole story in the morning at breakfast. She had seen his whole body and there were no bullet holes or bloody spots, so she wasn't too worried.
The next morning at breakfast, Eddy explained to the family what had happened. They all went to church while he went back to sleep until they got home. After Sunday dinner, they all decided that a walk along the river would be pleasant, especially since it was late in the year and it might be the last decent day before the baby came. After what had happened the night before, all three men carried shotguns on their promenade and the women felt better for it.
The next few weeks were uneventful; the criminal gangs were quiet (for the Christmas season?). Eddy and Bill only had to deal with the usual drunks and barroom fights, so they had a fairly restful late November and all of December. Christmas was a joyous occasion in the Johnson household, but they did miss the sight of snow; though they did appreciate the lack of freezing cold they had been used to back east.
Martha did use ever opportunity to continue to stock up on her enjoyment of "wifely duties" while she still had the chance. Come January 1st, 1863, she was closing the door until after the baby came. Her midwife expected no complications, but Martha decided not to take any chances. Eddy wasn't happy with the effect, but was in agreement with the precaution. Eddy wanted the baby just as much as Martha did!
A week before the baby was due, Mary and Martha spent every moment with last minute preparations and modifications of those preparations. Finally, Eddy grabbed a sandwich and went to work early. Mike greeted him with a chuckle and a knowing look. Mike had three babies' worth of experience, so the knew what Eddy was going through at home.
Mike decided that this was as good a time as any to bring up a subject that he had wanted to discuss with Eddy, but had put off for one reason or another. Specifically, Mike was getting old enough that he wanted to retire and he needed to start training his replacement. Mike asked Eddy if he was interested in the job. For one thing, it paid $150 a month! Eddy's ears perked up at this information and asked to hear more.
Mike gave Eddy the full particulars of the job and Eddy said that he wanted it; however, what about Eddy's age?
"Eddy, everybody knows your age, but we have all been impressed at how well you have handled yourself in some rough situations. I've talked to the men of the City Council about this and they are all willing to give you a try at the job. So, if you are willing, I would like for you to take over as soon as we clear up the protection racket problem. That will be more than you and Bill can handle on your own, it will take all three of us to catch those bastards."
"Yes, Mike, I would love to take the job, but I sure will miss you. I just hope that I can do the job as well as you have."
"I know that you will do a good job, and we should have enough time for the proper training. We'll wait until the baby gets here, then I will take you around to meet the members of the City Council. Ah, here comes Bill and it's time for me to go home for supper. I'll see you tomorrow. Good night."
Bill greeted Eddy with, "It looks from you shit-eating grin that Mike discussed making you marshal. And I guess that you agreed to take the job."
"Yeah, he did and I did. How did you know about it?"
"Mike discussed the prospect with me a week ago. He wanted to know how I would feel about you being my boss, since you are 6 years younger than me. I told him that it was fine with me, and that I thought you would make a good marshal. Since you'd already saved my ass several times, I figured it was time to make it official."
"Thanks, Bill. You ARE a good friend! So, what do you say to us going to work?"
Bill couldn't resist dropping the word about Eddy in the first saloon they went in and the word spread faster than they could walk the route. By the third saloon, the bartender congratulated Eddy and by the fourth saloon there was a rowdy who wanted to make a local name for himself.
He drew his pistol and pointed it at Eddy as soon as he and Bill walked into the saloon. As soon as the rowdy yelled an insult at Eddy, all of the patrons scurried to get out of the line of fire.
Eddy spoke calmly, "Now put that pistol up and I'll buy you a beer. You know you can't win going against me. If nothing else, Bill, here, will blow you to tatters with his shotgun if you pull that trigger. So just you back off and we'll forget this happened."
"No way will I back off! I'm here to prove that I'm a better man than some two-bit kid who thinks he's man enough to be marshal of Sacramento."
Eddy started walking slowly toward the tough while saying soothing things, trying to get him to put up his gun. But the tough had forced himself into a corner with his words and knew that he would lose a mountain of face if he backed down now. The gunman was trapped in indecision, also. He didn't know what to do as Eddy got closer and closer to him. He didn't want to give in because of the way he would look to other people, but he was afraid to shoot because he believed that Bill would shoot him if he pulled the trigger.
"Why can't you be sociable," the belligerent drunk asked. "Just go away and leave me alone," the young woman replied. He put his hands on her, which was the step over the line as far as I was concerned. I walked up and showed him my badge. "You need to go on home. You can either leave here now and come back, or you can wait for the manager to ask you to leave in which case you won't be welcome again." I tried to be calm and reasonable. "Bullshit, I ain't going nowhere," he...
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I glanced up as the commander stepped into the room and everyone quieted. He looked at me, “Morpheus, take Swift, Taylor, Samson, Adams and Michaels. They had a prison escape on Devlin.” I nodded and stood, “How many?” He shook his head, “Nine.” I grabbed my bag and started towards the lifts. The other marshals followed me as I dropped to dispersing. We had a four hour wait in the starport before boarding a shuttle up to the cargo transport that was headed to Devlin. There were only a few...
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The state had pulled my certification. Without it I was unemployable, even as a game warden. That really hurt, not that I really wanted to back to being a rabbit police person. Even if I found a small town police force that wanted me, they could hire me without that certification. I could bring an action against the state but if the damage to my hand proved to be long term, I would lose. I doubted that any court anywhere would force them to do any more than make a monetary settlement with...
"I looked, but I couldn't find the interview with her lawyer anywhere," I admitted. "She says we offered to forget her attempted escape, if she had sex with us." Simpson said. "It's not believable that we conspired to have sex with her," I said. "I wouldn't worry about it. I'm going to tell the truth which should remove any suspicion of criminal activity. I hadn't planned to mention the escape attempt at all, but appears I'm going to have to do it." "Yeah, I agree. Just try...
The room was warm and it really felt good. I had been standing out in the cold wearing just my running suit and the light parka for well over two hours. I made short work of stripping off the running suit and hanging it on racks to dry. After that little domestic chore, it was on to the hot shower. I also washed my new peach fuzz of course. I was dressed in a clean uniform and in the office well before nine. I didn't think that was too bad, since I had been waylaid for quite some time. "So...
The well dressed business man walked into Hardee's just as I sat down to review my tape from the night before. More importantly to me was the last three hours. I was occupied so even though I noticed him walk in the place, I didn't keep track of him. When he sat down at the table I paid a lot more attention to him. "So are you Randal Davis king maker or one of his flunkies?" I asked. "You know, if I wasn't Randal you really would have pissed me off with the flunky comment," he...
Eddy went back to the jail and made sure that the prisoners were properly taken care of. There was a problem of crowding, but none of the other prisoners were willing to be in the same cell as the Chinese giant. Finally, everybody was sorted out and the handcuffs were removed. Eddy sent the temporary deputies home with his thanks and the request that they all come back at 1:00 PM tomorrow. He had something important to discuss with them, but he needed to get to Bill's parents' house before...
My last night on swing shift was a bust. Even so I slept till noon the next day. When I awoke I took a shower, then dressed in my jeans and one of my forest green tee shirt. I wore one of the several men's white dress shirts over it. I also clipped the off duty holster onto my belt before I slipped on the medium weight parka type field jacket. Being a military police person would have allowed me to steal all the uniforms I wanted, but I bought mine from the surplus store just outside the...
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It was late Sunday evening and I had used the time that day to get over my various pains. It had been an interesting experience and now I that I had rested, I was a little less terrified. I was however still very concerned. I knew that I would have just to wait to see. The waiting would be hard but at least it wouldn't be forever. The shelf life of an amateur sex video was very short. They would likely post it only on one site if at all. It just wasn't likely to be seen by anyone who...
Spring had come to the mountain, and it was glorious. I have survived the last two months without being involved in any of Mary Ellen's projects. I did pay off the Monk for saving my life, otherwise I had been celibate. How did I do it you asked. Well everybody showed me a lot of love at work and the community seemed to appreciate all that I had done. I guess I didn't need the love of a strange man to justify my existence at that particular time in my life. I was reporting for the new SOU...
From my vantage point behind the low line of brush I watched the approaching vehicle. It was moving along pretty good and I flipped the switch on the remote in my lap, activating the radar gun mounted on my dash. It was a high tech unit, one of the latest on the market, and it automatically recorded the highest speed of the oncoming car. Good thing too, as the driver obviously was in possession of a "fuzz buster" since the nose of the car came down as the driver hit the brakes hard. I...
Even without the splint, the flimsy donut box would have been a difficult item for me to carry. With the splint, I had to use it as a resting place and hold the box in place with my good hand. Yes it sounds painful because it was. Still it would be short lived as I parked right outside the door to the courthouse basement. That basement was used by the Sheriff's office. The way over weight receptionist took the donuts and made a big fuss over me. "Sylvia what in the world happened to your...
Yeah I felt like a dumb ass while I waited the hours in a cold house for the emergency delivery of propane. I could have brought the small commercial cooking burner in the house to get some heat, but I chose to heat the small box in front with a ceramic electric heater. It didn't get warm but if I sat right in front of it, I didn't freeze either. The delivery man came after lunch, but that was okay. I couldn't be pissed at him for my stupidity. He left me with a bill for $376.00 it was...
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By the time I got to my room it was 5AM. Some of the state highway workers, who stayed at the Motel, had already begun to stir. If I had gotten into my room an hour earlier, I would have likely just fallen into bed and passed out. Since people were moving around, I knew that if I didn't run, I would lay awake filled with guilt. I refused to clean up though. That being the case, I dressed in my tight fleece running pants, and my tight long sleeve fleece knit shirt. After that I wrapped my...
I looked up from the stack of reports I was going through and marshal Edwards grinned. He was a short stocky man with grey hair and a wicked sense of humor. I glanced at Dragon as she looked up expectantly and sighed as he slipped her a small piece of sweet meat, “What now?” He laughed, “The boss wants you.” I looked at him closely and then stood, “Dragon guard my desk.” Edwards shook his head in mock sadness as I headed towards the commander’s office. A few of the others looked up but...
There were three consolidated schools in Warren County. Jennifer Austin had attended elementary school at Southeastern Warren. The principal greeted us with, "It is just awful about Jennifer. Do you have whoever did it in custody?" "To be honest, we are still investigating. That's why we would like to speak with Jennifer's teacher. I did call yesterday to set up the appointment," Simpson said. The tone of his voice was almost friendly, at least for him it was. There was just a hint of...
I wore the cap from the parking lot of the plaza. I would have worn it out of the store, but that would have looked a little odd. Like walking across the parking lot in a deputy's uniform with a thug's knit cap. I couldn't fit my current baseball cap I had over the knit cap. Since I couldn't wear both, I carried the knit cap in my hand. My first stop was to head back to the station for a larger baseball type hat. I figured with the shaved head and all, the Chief Deputy would be thrilled...
I wondered all the way home, if that had been what one would consider my first date since becoming a Deputy Sheriff. The thought of that made me laugh, I got home and checked to see if anything had happened on my computer. Nothing had, so I slipped into bed, I slept till 7AM the next morning. Though technically it was a work day, I saw it as the last of my break, since I started the midnight shift rotation. I hated midnight shifts and so did ever one else. I was working the patrol division...
The time seemed to be going by faster than before. I still hated the time I ran, every damn second of the thirty minutes. All I could hope for was that it passed quickly and it did. I looked for something to occupy my mind and it come lately in the form of the party at Gypsy Allen's house. The question was also in my mind was what in the world did they do there. What had gotten the 7year old killed was of course the big question. Of course there was alway the who dun it. By the time I made...
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The ten days passed slowly but they did pass. I went back on light duty, It wasn't all I hoped it would be. but I was back at work. It sure beat soap operas on TV. The first morning I went in on the day shift, even though my squad was on midnights, I was not allowed in a car as long as my clearance was only light duty. I expected to be filing reports and answering the telephone. Which is exactly what I did. "So how you like it on a desk," Simpson asked me early on my first day...
I drove home at five in the morning, more than a little upset by Learners comments. No I didn't have a lot of forgiveness in my heart. That was the church's Job or maybe even the ADA's job, Cops were supposed to pick up the bad guys. Somebody else had the job of deciding their fate. If he got me bounced from the unit because of this I was going to be pissed. I fell into bed without even taking a shower first. I was tired and my ribs hurt slightly. It was a minor pain, but it was always...
Learner and I staked out a construction site the first night back. Sure as hell a couple of idiots tried to steal pipe from the site. I let the truck get inside the site where it was nice and bottled up, before I slipped the grandmother car into the neck of the bottle. If they planned to bring their truck out of the site they had to drive up and surrender. Just to be safe Learner walked in and confronted them. They jumped in the truck and tried to make a run for it. I stopped them at the...
"Jeb, do either you or Josh know how to handle a shotgun?" "No, neither one of us ever fired any sort of gun." "OK, we'd better get you fixed up with some, then. Let's find a gun shop and see what we can do. You're going cross country with that there mining equipment, so you'll need some way to protect the oxen. Back on the train, we weren't bothered by wolves and such, but you might be, being that you'll be a lone wagon." "Josh, tell your sister that we'll be gone for a...
Eddy had one point on his side: the first time he fired his shotgun, people would come running. He just had to hope that they would get there soon enough to do him some good. He figured that he was hidden well enough in the dim light that the thugs would have a hard time spotting him. Eddy had a problem that he didn't see any way around: he couldn't shoot just because he didn't like their looks. They had to make the first move. Maybe they would try something illegal so he could shoot,...
So I mashed in the Colonel's run. I put in 15pounds of corn and all the stalks I had left after I ground them. Then I added the yeast and let it begin to work off. For two weeks I made myself seen around town. I talked to a few people I knew and who could help me, if I decided to run for Sheriff if couldn't hurt to have their advice. The advice was all the same, try to turn your negatives into positives, admit to everything, and make a joke of it. The Colonel Martin Mash was working and it...
We went back inside to finish our breakfast. An older man came by to leave his card on our table. "You never know," he said smiling." "Bob you are a defense lawyer, now why in the world would I need you," I asked. "You never know when the Sheriff will get a hair up his ass toward you," He said. "Well Bob, if the Sheriff gets a hard on for me, I'll give you a call." I replied. "I might make you a special price, you never know," the older man said. "Fair enough I laughed," as...
It was late and I still had several reports to review and four requests to decide on. I glanced at the door when a dragon flew in and landed on a chair back. I sat back and then grinned, “It has been a long time Samantha.” The dragon chirped and was answered by her mother on her nest. I looked at the door as an older Cambra walked through it and she grinned, “Hey kid moving up.” I came to my feet and moved around the desk and caught her in a hug. I stepped back, “Where have you been?” She...
I went home and worried. I had no way to tell who knew what, so all I could do was act like everything was normal. If I were a Los Vegas Odds maker, I would make it about 3 to 1 in my favor. I wasn't trying to be optimistic there were just so many thing that had to go wrong to get me busted. I had the Boyle brother's phone number and I could call, but I swore I would never contact them again. So I would have to wait till tomorrow at work, when I could pin those in the raid down. My chance...
Deputy Marshal Zack Wilson walked into The Silver Dollar Saloon the same way he did every night if was his turn to make the nightly rounds. He went up to the bar and said hello to Jim Hanson the bartender and owner. "How's it going tonight, Jim?" "Oh, 'bout the same as usual. There's a few miners here I ain't never seen afore, but they've been mostly quiet and drinking their beer. OH, SHIT! LOOK OUT, ZACK!" Jim grabbed Zack's arm and jerked him to one side as a thrown knife whizzed...
Rodney and I settled in to wait for the boss, or at least the rental boss. I had time to assess Rodney in full daylight. He walked with just a slight almost unnoticeable limp. He was not quite six foot tall and probably one hundred and eighty pounds. He was the color of coffee with just a touch of cream. There was some white in his gene pool for sure. His hair was too short to be in the least curly. As I think I said earlier he looked like he might have been a gym rat. Joan Pacer arrived...
"Look Sylvie, we have to make this look convincing. We want whoever is bugging you to think I'm an old boyfriend," He said it quietly over his beer. "Exactly how far to you think I am going to carry this charade?" I asked. "That depends on how bad you want to know who is bugging you. Believe me I don't want to be here. I have better things to do with my time, don't I?" he said. "Look that cockney accent is going to wear thin in about an hour. I have heard you speak with hardly...
I rode the bike on Friday for two hours. As I had begun to do lately, I went to the Cafe on the Square for breakfast. There was usually a deputy or two there, and since Mary Ellen was a local business women, she was a topic of conversation around there. Even if there were no cops, there was always some news that someone had gotten from a cop. The latest thing was the cops thought they might have a good lead. I thought, if the lead is the camera men, it was about fucking time. I said nothing....
"I swear to you Sylvia I don't understand why people are buying that stuff. I don't like the taste of it and I don't like the quick high I get from it." The Brit said. "I know, hun but people don't always make sense. As a matter of fact the one thing you can count on when dealing with people, is that they will all act irrationally at some point." I said. "Yeah, that is true enough. So what's the thrill?" The Brit asked. "Jim says it's designer drugs. Something nobody else has....
Jeremy was working on the catered meal. "We were calling it a counter rally. A political rally with barbecue and no politics. It was a hell of an idea, even if it was mine. While he did that I went back to thinking about a new car of some kind. The cruiser really was breaking down a bunch, and that meant a tow bill just about every time. Fortunately the breakdown had been during daylight and in area's with cell phone coverage. I was worried that it might not always be so cooperative. I...
When I woke up, it was the next morning and Juanita the pubs only female employee was standing beside me. "Miss Sylvia is there anything I can get for you." "To be honest I could use some pain killers, and a cup of coffee," I said. "What kind of pain killers?" she asked. Get me some Tylenol extra strength and some Aleve,"I said. "Mostly honey, I really want coffee." "I will bring that and send Jeremy for the drugs," she said. She was back with the coffee and the Tylenol almost...
"Why on earth would I do that?" I asked. "Because, they tell me I'm good company for one thing. For another you have to eat anyway, and I would pay," he said. "Of course you would pay, that goes without saying, but I think I will pass. You can try again some other time. Right now I have too much on my mind." I said. "Come on, I did some checking. You don't have a boy friend and you live in a motel. You can surely make time for one dinner with a new friend," he demanded. "Maybe...
I arrived back at the motel, two hundred miles from my home town at four in the morning. I was exhausted, but more concerned with my mom's feeling than anything else. It wasn't the first time in my life that I was awake at 4AM. Since there was nothing I could do to help mom at 4AM, I fell into bed and at least tried to sleep. The ringing of the room phone woke me. My cell phone couldn't ring because it was turned off. I had even taken the battery out, so that I wouldn't be disturbed at...
"So go home and get some sleep. You look like hell," Webster staid. "Gee thanks, I needed to hear that. However after five hours sleep, it isn't unexpected," I said. "Then don't stand here searching for compliments, go home and sleep. You have tonight off anyway, so when I see you tomorrow at noon for your 7AM shift, I expect you to look your normal gorgeous self," Webster added. "I'm only gorgeous because you are comparing me to the likes of Simpson," I said with a smile. "I...
From the DA's office we went to the local Rainbow Steakhouse. Simpson convinced me to carry a couple of burgers and fries to the jail. We delivered the approved paperwork, which we hand carried through the building to the office of the head jailer. While the staff made their checks and balances, I ate a McDouble and fries. That and a canned coke from the machine in the hallway was lunch for both of us. It wasn't my favorite meal, but I also didn't feel that I had been punished. I sat...
I was right, there was no one as cool as Lieutenant Bullet in the Motel lounge that Saturday night. I really might not have been in any shape for a new man anyway. I sat gingerly and tried not to squirm in my seat. In other words my rectum was a wreck. I went to bed after my lounge walk through, even though I had only been awake a few hours. Again I slept like I had been drugged. Hell who knows with that crowd, I might have been drugged. Sunday morning when I woke up it was all better. My...
Amanda and her companion Cynthia were out hunting a fugitive and I was stuck doing paperwork. In fact I was the only one still here. I glanced at the comm when the holo of commissioner Drake appeared and sat back, “Sir.” He looked tired, “I was told you are the only marshal left. I need you to do an escort. She is already there but needs an escort for her next stop.” I nodded, “Name?” He snorted, “Good question. She is not in any system but works for us in ... private. Escort her to Hades...
I drove the Toyota to the grocery store just a few blocks away. I might have walked but I wanted to buy a few things. With the microwave oven and a little planning I could cook almost a full meal. Of course that was not my plan. I found that I could store about three frozen meals in my apartment sized freezer unit. Since the motel had an ice machine just outside my door, I could use all the freezer space for frozen dinners. That ice machine as well as the lounge walk through was why I got...
I glanced at the door when Simon stopped in it. He smiled and leaned against the frame, “I have a mission for you.” I sat back and pushed the data films away as I reached for my ready bag, “Tell me it is off world.” He laughed and nodded his head, “A prisoner transfer to Graham.” I stood as Dragon leaped from her perch and flew towards me, “Let Amanda know I went out?” He chuckled, “She is down in dispersing getting your vouchers.” I stopped when I reached him and sighed, “Simon...” He...
"I'll be your snitch if you be my bitch," Monk said once he got me to a table away from everyone else. "You have to be out of your mind," I said. "First of all I don't know you, and second it's against every rule and standard of conduct. So no way." "Well at least think about it and I'll give you something as a show of good faith. You want to know if Gypsy was selling her ass, well she wasn't." Monk said. "I still think she was. You might not have known it, but I am pretty...
I slept pretty good all in all. I attributed it to exhaustion as much as anything. 5AM came early on the last day of my day shift. I still had to force myself to run, even thought it was just a few degrees warmer, which make me feel a little better. Spring was on the way, thank god. It could not get here soon enough for me. It had been a dismal winter. I didn't stop in the cafe again that morning. It was time to give some though to breakfast again. I had already started to lose the weight I...
I had no idea what they really thought of all the increased work I caused them. I know the district attorney, who was responsible for our cases. called me in before she arraigned the pot case of mine. The one with the survivalist and the grower from down east... "Well Deputy Porter, we are going to trial with a pretty good case. The girl tuned on everyone in the county it seems," she said. "Actually most of the buyers were outside the country. There are only two county residents," I...
On the way home Angel stopped at the drug store for a prescription of Vicodin. I was expecting significant pain for a while longer. That expectation was based on the doctors warnings. "Take it easy and don't go back to work before you are releases, You are going to have some pain for a while." I was already having some pain when I moved, If it got worse without the hospitals big time drugs, I was going to be in a fix. I had Angel make one more stop on the way home. She went through the...
I dressed in my warm clothes even though I was riding the bike and would be warm enough very quickly. It was simply because the slow steady exertion of the bike ride seemed to heat my body better than even the running had done. Running had warmed me up, but it also wore me out. The bike tending to warm me, and give a work out, but leave me with some reserve energy in place. I didn't feel that I was completely tapped out when I returned home. After the ride I came home and fixed a bowl of...
I returned the call to Simpson. "Well good afternoon Chief Deputy," I said into the phone. "I couldn't find the news story on TV. Was I wearing clothes?" "Actually it was just the remains of a building on the Greene Valley Vineyard grounds in the picture. They did mention your name, which isn't all that good for you. Undercover cops are probably better off going anonymous," he said. "Well I didn't give them my name," I replied. "I know some state cop on the scene did. He had...
Martha had a lot to say! She gave him all kinds of hell for not being more careful. She then hugged and kissed him for surviving to return to her. Eddy's side was so painful, that kisses and few light hugs were all he could do for a while. Martha also congratulated Eddy for being promoted to marshal to replace Mike. Mike resigned on the day of the fight with the protection people since he was going to be spending all his time in bed, anyway. The doctor ordered him to stay off that leg; he...
I was pretty sure our days of shopping together had ended and I was just as glad. Jeremy had begun to get tiresome. I got my shit from the trailer and sent him off home dragging the trailer behind. The biggest thing I had was the antique pistol. Everything else was small, but the items did fill up four of the large plastic storage baskets, which I took from the locker. I wasn't sure whether Jeremy would take care of selling my stuff on line or not. I was absolutely sure I would go crazy...
The Brit was dealing with contractors the next day, so he didn't need my help on the pub at all. Which left me time to think about the shotgun problem again. I decided not to trade the Mossberg pump gun in on a new shotgun. It would be worth next to nothing in its present state. So Tuesday after my ride and while the kitchen equipment contractor worked on The Brit's pub, I headed for the gun store where I had bought the .22 mag revolver and derringer. It was almost an hours drive, but I...