Original Work Barry The Fairy.

Walking up the trail and around the bend Barry searched for a place to stash the money and weapons. Finding a good place between two trees he placed his loot inside and rolled a good sized rock over the top to hide the evidence. Then, he dragged several juniper deadfall’s into a clear area and began breaking down the dry limbs and twigs. First he build a good solid bed of dried grass, then twigs, and finally some small limbs. The rest of the material he broke down according to size and left three piles of flammable wood. Once completed, he picked up his rifle and pack then headed towards where he had left the woman and her children.

Arriving at the location he found no one there. Damn, they done run off! Can’t blame them though considering the events and gunfire. He thought. Knowing he had to find them before the narcos or police did, Barry began looking around for some sign of what direction they had taken. He quickly found their trail from all the disturbed rocks, crushed grass, and broken twigs. Like rat s—t in a sugar bowl! He thought grimly. Barry had followed their trail no more than 50 yds when the terrified woman stepped out from behind a small clump of oak saplings. “Oh thank God it is you! I wasn’t sure who would be coming after us so I moved the children into a denser grove of threes right over there.” She said pointing out the direction. “And where is my husband?” She asked with a direct stare.

“Ma’am I wish I had some good news for you, but I don’t. Your husband died a brave man trying to save you and the kids but he didn’t make it. “ Barry explained. He couldn’t tell if she was buying the story or not, but hoped she would since people always want to believe the best of their family even though the evidence was seldom there. She stood there for a moment then looked Barry in the eye and asked; “Did he? Lance never was the brave type. Always thinking of himself and others be damned, that’s what got us into this mess. He was a handsome man, but as my father said on many occasion, he was worthless.” She compleated. “I’d like to see him one last time.”

“I’m sorry Ma,am but there is no time. We have to go now. With all the shooting, some of it from assault rifles, the area will soon be occupied by cops and narcos. You don’t want either one of them to find you. One will kill your kids, and the other will take them into CPS and it will be a while if ever, before you see them again. We have to move now. Do you have people around here, or is there a safe place for you where they don’t know you maybe?” Asked Barry.

“We don’t know anyone around here, Lance was trying to get a new start, he did that a lot. My family is too far away from here, so I don’t really know where we could go.” She concluded.

“Where is home? Where is your family?”

“Ponca City Okla.” came the reply.

“That’s a bit over two hundred miles from here. I can’t take you there, but I can get you there. There is a town about fifty miles up the highway that has a nice motel, and a Wal-Mart across the street. I can leave you there with enough money to get cleaned up, get new clothes and a bus tickets back home. You can say Lance deserted you a couple of towns back and it took you a while to get enough money to get back home. Of course you’re gonna have to find a way to deal with your kids and their memories of today’s events. It won’t be easy, but it will beat your other options, which amount to nothing.” Said Barry.

She looked suspiciously at Barry for a moment, then her eyes hardened and she opened her mouth to say something.

Barry jumped in with: “I know you don’t know me, and have no reason to trust me, but you’ve gotta remember that I saved your lives when I could have, and probably should have just walked away. No body but me would have ever known. If you don’t want any help outa this mess, you’re not gonna have to take any from me. I can’t afford to be caught here, and neither can you. With or without y’all, I’m leaving here pronto, so make up your mind.” Barry said softly but firmly.

“You’d just leave us here?” She asked.

“I can’t save you from yourself, and I’m not gonna try. Just tell me what you want and we will be done with it.”

“How much can you afford, and what will it cost me?” She asked.

“I took a bunch of money off those narcos, so it will be quite a lot, and it won’t cost you anything. All I want is for you to get those kids to safety, quit running with white-trash, go to church, and live a decent life for the kids. I realize that is a lot to ask, but you should still try.” He finished sarcastically.

Cut to the core the woman sagged on her feet ashamed to look at Barry.

“OK, let’s go.” she said.

Barry deposited the family near the road then went back to his prepared burn site. Placing the drugs and the husband’s wallet on top of the tender pile, then he began to pile the smaller then larger wood on top of the drugs until all the wood was in position. Using the butane lighter he carried, Barry set fire to the pile and stepped back. It was a windless day, so there was no fear of the poisonous cloud being carried toward and people. Birds would suffer, but what could he do? Seeing that the fire was going to catch well, Barry turned on his heel and began the walk back to his cashe thinking “Bet this is the most expensive fire I’ll ever start.” With a laugh.

The End

 

The End? What about a little romance? Barry, her, the kids, and all that money? Shake-and-Bake family or at least a quicky.

 

Sorry, I am no good at writing romance. Won’t write about sex. Barry just wants to get out of the area without any baggage. He moves to a small place near Trinidad Colorado where he mostly hunts, fishes, and makes several million buying and selling oil on the internet. He will be a quiet old man that comes to town every now and then. No one will know anything about his past.

I might bring him back for more shooting though.

 

I'll take what I can get!

 

Barry’s eyes snapped open and he was instantly awake and alert. Having slept with the cabin windows open to the temperate conditions outside, the snapping twig had brought him to full alert. It came to mind that his extracurricular activities might have caught up with him. His cur dog that never barked and had adopted Barry sat at the foot of the bed with one paw on Barry’s closest ankle. Using hand signals Barry directed him down on the floor then under the bed finishing with a closed fist indicating “Stay”.

Barry lay still listening for further indications of an uninvited visitor, and only heard a feint rustle of leaves indicating an unknown presence. Barry being the careful sort had planned for something like this, and on the bedside chair leaned his .243 Win rifle, and a pistol grip shotgun loaded with #1 buckshot, camo coveralls, hat, and an old LBE set from his Texas Nat;l Guard days.

Barry sat up and silently donned the clothing and LBE, slung the rifle over his back and picked up the shotgun and eased over near the window to gaze out at the predawn morning. He could not see or smell anything, so he removed the thermal scope from his pack and turned it on.

 

Different approach to the story but I enjoyed it. Thank you for the time and effort. Would like to see more of it.

 

Barry quickly scanned the outside of his cabin and found two indistinct blobs of thermal trace in the front of the cabin and one in the back. Looks like I planned wrong thought Barry as he quickly but silently moved to a closet and replaced the .243 with a suppressed and thermal sighted Colt AR carbine and another set of LBE kitted out with loaded magazines for this rifle. Using his red lens light, Barry removed a mag loaded with M855a1 ammo and made sure the second mag of 855a1 was handy if needed. Keeping low and behind the log walls Barry moved to the book case and rechecked the angles before sliding it out of the way to reveal his safe room and tunnel entrance. Barry snapped his fingers and the dog came trotting over to join him in the hiding place, and Barry slid the book case closed.

Having secured the animal Barry then turned on his camera monitor and discovered there was no power. Not a good sign. Barry thought as he calmly switched on the auxiliary Battery system and the screen sprang to life. Watching the screens Barry was able to pick out two more thermal blobs that moved in closer. What bothered him more than the unwanted company was the fact that there were so few of them. If it were the authorities, the place would have been swamped with armed cops. This was different. The men were too cautious. Were they scouts for a larger force of cops, or something else? Being just four, Barry was confident he could deal with them, but he had no desire to engage LEOs in a firefight. Either side could easily cut off his power to put him at a disadvantage. Which one was it?

One man eased up on the front porch and tried the door knob. Finding it locked, he removed a lock picking set and took about a minute to open the lock. He whispered something into the mic on his headset then tossed in a flash bang. The instant it went off, the back door was breached, and everyone entered leaving no one outside to guard the scenario or provide support of any kind. Probably not cops thought Barry as he switched to the interior cameras hidden around the house.

The men quickly searched the house while speaking a mixture of Spanish and English. Finding nothing they regrouped in the living room and began to discuss their options. They were obviously narcos, and Barry wondered how in the devil they were able to find who and where he was. I thought I’d covered all my bases, but I must have screwed up somewhere. But where?!?! He thought. No matter, I have to deal with the here and now.

Barry moved down the tunnel and came out inside the Spring House. Opening the door a crack he could see the area was clear of intruders. He moved silently away from the structure and into the woods, then circled around to come up close to the house but positioned to keep the men from escaping back down the entrance road. They came out and stood on the porch further discussing options, then separated into two groups to search the property thoroughly. They found nothing then returned to the house swearing and arguing. Barry’s mind flashed back to the action that probably brought them here.

Just over a year ago one of the local girls, a decent one by reputation had been at a party with school friends. One of the local young idiots that had crashed the party and slipped in a fentanyl laced pill that had killed the girl. Her parents and everyone in the local area had been devastated by this tragedy and demanded action. It turned out that the guilty party was a state official’s son and was able to beat the charges with rehab, counciling and community service. This naturally enraged the community but they were helpless against the system.

 

One Year Ago.

Barry had been tracking Moonbeam Owen’s for nearly three weeks now. “Moon Bat” as Barry liked to think of him, was haphazardly following his court directed recovery regimen. Any time Moonbeam could sneak out or dodge his rehab classes or therapy sessions, he did, connecting with his drug addled buddies behind an old warehouse for a good time. It would seem that getting high, petty theft, and street corner begging was all he was good at or for. The little slob was also supplied by a steady flow of cash by his mother. She appeared to be his major enabler and this was unlikely to change.

Moon Bat was slithering down the street heading to (Barry assumed) his supplier. He had just received some cash from Momma, and was, in his shiftless manner headed somewhere. Thinking he was being stealthy, Moonbeam was constantly looking about in a nervous manner trying to avoid The Man as he liked to think of the police. Moonbeam was pure trash, and had a reputation of turning other kids to the drug life, and slipping roofies to unaware teenage girls at parties. That was the preferred way for him to score, and he used it as often as possible, passing STDs wherever he struck. Pure garbage.

Truth was, some of the local patrolmen were indeed looking to bust Moonbeam. The needless death of a decent girl done in such a remorseless and callous manner had really set them off. The little jerk had sat smiling during the short trial, knowing in advance the fix was in. It was almost as if he dared someone to do anything about the killing. That part had angered Barry most of all, and that was why he now sat on his blacked out Stealth mountain bike that he had procured for this operation. Quiet and much faster than his prey, Barry could go just about anywhere on it. Between the bike and his disguise, Barry fitted in many places he went when tracking this scumbag.

Barry lowered his NVGs and began following Moonbeam in almost total silence. Keeping his distance and being sure not to silhouette himself Barry trailed behind his target until they reached a known intersection where drug peddlers were known to ply their trade. There he saw Moonbeam shake hands with one of the pushers then slowly put his hand into his pocket. But that wasn’t all Barry saw. A nondescript sedan sat just down the road a bit and Barry saw it rock slightly during the transaction. Cops! Thought Barry as he froze in place. It would not do to get seen or photographed here, and from his position unless there was another observer he was safe but couldn’t follow Moonbat as he went down an alley away from the drug peddlers.

 

Returning to his cabin to get some rest and prepare for his next surveillance of Moon Bat. This time, he would start his tracking from the drug infested intersection where he had been forced to cease tracking Moon Bat. One of the local thrift shops and Goodwill would be his first stops tomorrow. He needed new disguises, something that would allow him to transition his appearance to and from whatever locations he needed to watch. No point in being police detained by looking like a homeless person on a bike he could not afford and therefore had to be stolen.

Next morning, after stashing his purchases in the pickup, Barry drove to a hidden location with no cameras in evidence. There he changed into work worn clothes that any construction worker might wear, and packed his stained ragged homeless clothes into a well worn back pack, shouldered the pack, he then removed the bike from the truck and secured the vehicle. Mounting the bike Barry took a leisurely indirect route to a secondary hide very near his selected OP. He hid and camouflaged the bike, rubbed some cheap bourbon on his face and clothes and began weaving his way toward his destination.

Approaching indirectly from differing alley ways, Barry eased onto the selected street and plopped down on the sidewalk facing slightly away from where the drug peddlers plied their trade. His disguise worked very well, because the only ones to bother him were a couple of winos cadging drinks which he supplied from a small bottle, and some Scientology woman attempting to rescue him. A patrol car passed by and the officers looked at him, so Barry decided that it would be in character if he moved to another location once they had passed.

Within 30 minutes the patrolmen were back. Spotting Barry from a block away they began a leisurely approach which Barry noticed immediately. Removing the powdered soup mix from his pocket Barry poured it into his mouth, tossed the baggie into the gutter and readied the bourbon bottle. Once the car was within 100 feet from him, Barry took a big swig from the bottle then returned it to his pocket. The stuff was a horrible tasting mess and Barry had a hard time not spitting it out immediately. Pretending to be asleep against the wall Barry waited. The officers stepped from the squad car and walked over to Barry and attempted to awake him with gentle foot nudges. That didn’t work, so one shook his shoulder and Barry “awoke” with a start and threw up the pseudo vomit mostly on his pants but managed to get a little splatter onto a shiny shoe. The officers stepped jumped back swearing while one patrolman laughed heartily. “Youngun, I told you to be careful around these street people. You’re lucky you only got a little on your shoe!”

“He’s going to jail for this!”

“You do know that he probably has more puke in him, and you will be the one to clean up the car if he fouls himself or vomits don’t you?”

“Crap, what do we do with him?”

“Leave him here. We will see him walking around in a few days and can check out his ID then. I don’t want to handle him in this condition. Besides, he is new here and like as not hasn’t committed any crimes locally. Besides, it’s near end of shift, and I don’t want to be doing paperwork after he walks out the door.”

With that, the officers left and Barry continued his surveillance.

 

The police chief of a local town liked to tell the tale of seeing a local character named "Jim" in lock-up one morning and asking about him. A young police officer spoke up and said that he had arrested him on Hatch Blvd. for public intoxication. The Chief told the officer that intoxication was "Jim's" natural state and to take him back to Hatch Blvd. and put him out, before they had to feed him.

 

That could have been easily been about me in my early days! {:^)

 

The police action had gotten the attention of the local societal dregs and when they returned after the LEOs left, they kept a watchful eye on Barry. Realizing the hazards of this Barry stood and staggered slowly down the street away from his point of interest. He had been lucky in that the cops had not arrested him when he had no ID to show, so that was his next order of business after meandering about that part of town for a couple of hours to establish his presence. He knew of a local dive where he could make contact to get forged documents which he would age on his own to further the authenticity of his disguise. In the mean time, he would take a break and work on a special project he had in mind that would be very useful.

Six days later, aged ID in a beat up wallet, Barry again made his approach to the downtown area, stashing his bike but lounging around for an hour to see if anyone had noticed his presence. No one came, so once again doctored up with stale whiskey on clothes he had been exercising in for several days, Barry unsteadily weaved his way to the drug location.

Staggering up to one of the suppliers Barry asked, “Hey brother you got some spare change?”
“No man!” Came the reply. “Get your stinking a— outa here man, you’re making me sick!! Ain’t no reason for you to smell that bad, go jump in the river and get some of that funk off! Man you are disgusting, and I ain’t your damned brother you White SOB!”

“I only need a little change, I haven’t eaten in two days” Barry whined as he leaned slightly to the right readying himself for the blow that was sure to come. He wasn’t disappointed as the supplier threw a fast right slap to his head and Barry rolled with the blow and pitched over onto the sidewalk. While the bystanders laughed and howled with glee Barry balled up for the possible kicks that were not delivered, but the supplier leaned over and yelled. “You just want the money for booze or drugs and can’t afford what I’m selling. Get your goat smelling a— over to the soup kitchen two blocks over there and stop interrupting my bidnez!” He said while pointing the direction.

Barry slowly got to his feet in a crouched submissive manner and left while whining about the abuse which made the street corner hoods laugh even more and hurl epithets at him as he stumbled away.

“Good.” Barry thought. This is exactly what I needed. Swaying as he walked away, Barry headed toward the soup kitchen for appearance sake, then turned back into the busier areas to sneak in closer. Finding an alley that would lead to a convenient observation point, Barry scouted around for a large piece of cardboard and was quickly rewarded. Searching for a piece of just the right size, Barry located what he needed then carried it down the alley. Once at the location, Barry waited until no one was looking then settled in behind the cardboard and then used his pocket knife to bore a hole at the right height so he could watch the criminals while remaining concealed.

The suppliers made a steady business of selling during the whole day, but got mighty scarce once a patrol car passed by. Barry noticed that every time they ran and hid, a phone call was received. They had at least one lookout, but probably more. He would have to be even more careful, and probably make his approach predawn when activity was nil.

 

For three more days, Barry continued his surveillance of the drug peddlers, memorizing faces, cars, times, routes and license plate numbers. Then he started moving up the travel route the main supplier used to get another sighting and another place to observe from. It took Five days for him to locate the place of business that this and the other suppliers used. It was not going to be an easy nut to crack. Not only did they have their own security, but the police were conducting their own op against this site. Way too much activity and armed thugs for his liking.

Thinking this over, Barry decided that he would have to make his move away from here so as to not get shot or busted by the police. “I’ll find one that will be a good candidate for questioning, then follow and find a good location to make a snatch from.” Thought Barry. With this in mind Barry observed all the traffic coming to and going from the drug den, and after a couple of days Barry had his target, a scroungy looking tweaker that drove a beat to crap white Kia. Now, Barry would have to begin following his route like he had previously done. On the second day, Barry found that the POS tweaker got onto the local freeway just a few blocks down ruining his kidnapping plan. Barry would watch him for a few more days to see if he made any other stops, or something else happened.

Barry looked the freeway over and saw that it was a straight shot out of town. Using his monocular, he could watch for the white Kia from under some trees and see if the driver took a turn off or went further down the road. Turns out that the tweaker took one of three routes from the highway. One led through a high end residential area which would be too hard to use, the second turnoff led to an industrial area, and the third into some housing projects. That left only the industrial area that might serve his purposes, so he watched that one for a few days while posing as a beggar. That one did allow him to see the Kia turn off into some warehouses where the driver evidently made a drop with a quick turnaround as the Kia reappeared only a minute later and then headed back toward the highway. Patient observation revealed Mr Tweaker visiting once a day sometime prior to noon from differing directions and times. Interesting.

 

Seeing that this initial delivery site had some open spaces and a couple of good hides, Barry chose one that was almost perfect for his purposes. A small copse of trees with a low spot that would allow an observer to be completely relaxed in the shade and had a good exit behind the trees that would allow a bicycle escape onto several narrow gravel roads with good handy hiding places if needed. In the closest hiding place Barry secreted a disassembled AR with several magazines of ammunition wrapped in a thick plastic bag to protect from moisture, then sprinkled liberally with cayenne pepper and covered with earth and dried leaves. That should keep any animals from digging up his cache. Barry then settled into the OP nearest the warehouse and waited.

It took nearly a week, but Barry found that the tweaker stopped under a shade tree near the road and drank a large cup of coffee and smoked a joint when his delivery was early in the afternoon. Whenever he parked under the shade, he discarded the bag and cup into the grass by the road side. There was a considerable pile of trash where the doper left his discards, and Barry was confident that this was an “every time” stop for him. Barry made preparations for the next day.

Not bothering with a disguise this time, Barry added his camper shell to the truck and loaded his Alice pack, rifle, and food then drove the back way in that he had scouted on his bike. Coming to the three sided shed that had the open side facing towards some trees thereby offering complete concealment, he parked the truck donned the pack and walked back to the littered area to await the arrival of the tweaker. Laying under some trees nearby under limbs he had cut, Barry knew he would be invisible in his green dappled coveralls to anyone that looked at the area. He had over two hours to wait until the earliest time the tweaker would show, so he observed the area and wrote down license numbers and vehicle types that might be useful later on.

A few minutes after one PM, the tweaker arrived and settled in to drink his coffee and listen to some loud demonic sounding music. While putting on two pair of latex gloves, Barry waited for a few minutes before making his move in case someone was watching that saw this vehicle every day. Then, he slowly rose to a stooped position and moved the short distance to the beat up Kia. Drawing his Hi-Point pistol, Barry popped his torso into the passenger side window and in a low threatening voice said “Stick em up S- -t H- -d!” The tweaker jerked in surprise and spilled hot coffee onto his crotch and began yelling and bucking against the steering wheel in a futile effort to get away from the burning liquid. Barry slapped him hard across the forehead with the pistol knocking him nearly senseless then dragged him thru the passenger door onto the ground. Flipping him over, Barry forced his face into the dirt and trash smothering his yells then pinned him with his knee, and bound him hand and foot with the duct tape he had brought along for the purpose. Whipping him to a sitting position tape was wrapped around his head covering his mouth, barely giving him an opening to breathe. Barry then cracked the tweaker behind the ear with his pistol causing him to silently slump to the ground. Barry then searched the vehicle from the hidden side and found three packets of money totaling nearly 17,000.00 and one packet of blue colored pills. He knew what the lethal drugs were, and was glad he had thought to bring the gloves. Dragging the dope peddler back into the trees, Barry stuffed the drugs and money into his filthy shirt then secured them with tape. He had intended to carry drug laden doper back to the truck but he reeked to high heaven, and Barry noticed body lice. No way was that going to happen now, so Barry poured some water from his canteen onto his face and he awoke convulsively. Barry opened the tape so he could breath easier then sat him upright on the ground. “OK loser, I’m gonna cut your feet free so you can walk. Any monkey business or escape attempts will get you pistol whipped again, or shot! Do you understand?” The tweaker nodded and Barry helped him to his feet and began pushing him along toward the parked truck.

 

Damn glad to see you again!

 

To the site owners: If this starts getting too raunchy for the forum, let me know and I will delete the bad parts and write differently.

Reaching the three sided shed, Barry dragged the tweaker around to the back end of the Toyota, dropped the tailgate with a bang. He then shoved him against the truck and re-wrapped his ankles with tape then did the same around his upper head creating a blindfold.

“OK loser, I’m going to put you into the back of my truck and you will be covered with a tarp. You make any kind of a ruckus, and I mean any kind, and you won’t live long enough to regret it! You understand me?”

The doper nodded vigorously, then Barry loaded him into the bed, and climbing in with him, tied a rope around his neck and secured it to one of the tie downs, then used the other end to secure the doper’s feet to the other side of the truck bed. Smiling at his handiwork Barry climbed down and covered the disgusting oaf with a tarp.

“There! I know breathing ain’t easy for you right now, but try to remember that struggling against the ropes will only make it harder. I’ll try and drive easy like to enhance your traveling experience.”

Barry closed and secured the tailgate, then entered the cab, warmed up the engine and slowly drove out of the field and onto a secondary road and proceeded toward a special location he had chosen for the next phase of his investigation. A bit over fifteen miles away, Barry slowed for and turned onto a gravel road and followed it for about four miles. Coming to the old abandoned farm house, Barry opened the gate, drove thru then secured it behind him, hanging the rusty chain and padlock back onto its original position. From here, the long unused driveway was unmaintained and quite rough. Deciding to use it as a softening up device, Barry made sure to hit as many bumps and potholes as he could while speeding down the mile long driveway. Overdoing it a might, Barry almost slid off the gravel path once or twice. The captive drug runner was having a very rough time of it as he was slung violently about inside the bed while restrained by the torturous ropes about his neck and ankles. The truck suspension didn’t ride much better than a log wagon as Barry had rebuilt it for carrying loads off-road in the high country where he had moved to. Driving around the back side of the old house, Barry turned the truck then backed into the open ended garage slamming on the brakes and stopping the truck where he wanted it. Barry heard and felt the doper’s body impact the tailgate, then exited the truck and walked around the back to lower the tailgate. Upon doing so, Barry threw the tarp aside to reveal an extremely distressed drug peddler gasping for air.

Cutting the rope and easing his breathing problem, Barry then untied his feet and unceremoniously dumped him onto the ground almost knocking the wind out of him. Reaching down, Barry picked the man up and hustled him into the house then dragged him over to the chair he had prepared. Making the drug runner bend over at the waist, he shoved the chair back between his arms and back then forced the chair down onto the floor. Barry now used some parachute cord and secured his feet, then walked around behind the chair and opened the bag on a table.

Removing the contents, Barry donned the Tyvek suit, hood, face shield, and gloves. He then stepped around front pushing the prepared cart in front of him that was covered in dental and medical instruments. Then began ripping the tape from the man’s head taking quite a bit of hair with it. The doper screamed in pain then began swearing until he got a good look at Barry and the instrument laden cart. Barry smiled, walked into another room and returned pushing a cart heavily laden with five gallon Jerry cans filled with water. Stopping off to one side Barry calmly looked at the man as if sizing him up, then spoke.

“I’m going to ask you some questions and you are going to give me some straight answers. I understand that you are not well versed in veracity, prevarication being your stock in trade, however you are entering a new phase in life, and your continued presence in this veil of tears requires the unvarnished truth. Do we understand each other?”

The drug runner began swearing while Barry stood there calmly waiting for him to wind down. When he finally stopped, Barry looked at him and said “I was afraid of that.” Then tied the thick towel over his face, and picked up a water jug.

 

I'm ok with some raunch, I might even learn a few things.

 

Some pretty big words and phrases in there for your basic tweaker: "understand", "well versed", "veracity", "prevarication", "stock in trade", "phase in life", "continued presence", "veil of tears", "unvarnished truth" and "understand" again. Hmm. Maybe Barry was just looking for an excuse to waterboard him.

 

Seeing as he had ALL that water, it would be a shame to let it go to waste.

 

I had first written it as brutal as it usually is, not the worst, but middlin. I got to looking at it and figured it was a RRR Rating as far as violence goes, and decided to tone it down. Most folks don’t have the stomach for such things, and I don’t want to get banned like happened to me over on Backwoods Home Forum.

As a birthday present I may write a real one for you and post in your PM prime permitting.