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Melbourne.
“Thank you, Mr. Macintosh, this will
expedite things greatly. Expect a call from our office in a day or
two verifying that your policy is again in force.”
“Uh, thank you Mr. Samuels. I was planning
on taking the boat out tomorrow. May I do so?”
“I’m sure there won’t be a problem, but if
there is an accident, wait until you hear from us before you file a
claim, just to be safe.”
“Very well, thank you for your concern.”
“Just keeping our end up. Have a safe
weekend, Mr. Macintosh.” Ginger walked around the side of the
building and back to the car. He told Terry to slide over to the
passenger seat. He breathed a slow sigh of relief and drove slowly
to a petrol station.
“Are you going to tell me what we are doing
down here in Victoria?” Terry asked, trying not to make it sound
like he was whining.
“Yes, killer, I’m going to tell you, but I
need to make sure we are on the right track. There are things you
need to know first and I will share those with you as well. It’s
time you knew, but I know a thing or two about boys and their big
mouths. After I tell you these things you are going to need to keep
your mouth shut. You have been a good chap and I think you have the
capacity but this is so bloody dangerous that if you open your
mouth I will shoot you myself.”
“Oh hell, Uncle, you need to trust me more
than that.”
“I’m pulling over here and you’re going to
fill the tank.”
Terry Kingston chewed on his lip as he was
filling the petrol tank. What on earth could be so secret and
important that this farmer would kill him over? Ginger was not one
to threaten folk lightly. If he said he was going to give you a
drubbing, you had better expect to defend yourself. If he said he
was going to shoot something it had better expect to take a bullet.
Terry’s father had let his mother issue the discipline most of the
time unless the offence was particularly heinous and since Terry
was an only child he didn’t get in much trouble. He was coddled a
bit but not spoiled and he had learned how to use his brain from
his father. His uncle had taught him how to use his back. At 16
years old and still growing, he presented a formidable picture but
he knew better than to cross Ginger. His uncle had beaten Terry a
few times, not to excess or too often, but he had given him a
severe knockabout a few times and Terry knew better than to think
he could better him. Terry could fight, but there was something
about the way Ginger handled himself that used his opponent’s
strength and weight against him. Terry was taller but not so broad
as his uncle and he was just coming out of the truly awkward stage
of physical development.
The pump stopped and Terry paid for the
petrol, then they left town with Ginger driving. They continued
south on the Prince’s Highway until the got to the port city of
Lakes Entrance and stopped at a nice dark restaurant where they
took a private booth in the back, away from the other patrons.
To Terry’s surprise, Ginger ordered himself
a rum and cola. Terry had not seen Ginger drink in all the time
they had lived together. He knew there might be a problem brewing.
His uncle had beaten up some of the local fathers and Terry had
been informed that this had been one of the reasons he had been
forced to fight so much in school.
The food was good and the waiters left them
alone but were on hand. Ginger said nothing while they ate and
ordered another rum drink after they were done.
“Terry, me boy, we are about to do something
I have not done in many years. Your father was much better at it
than I, much more subtle. He had a way of moving in and moving out
so nobody noticed he was there. He could walk through a crowded
room and have nobody see him. He was nondescript that way, even
though he was tall.”
“Two meters is not that tall, I’m almost
that now.”
“Boy, we are not having a discussion. I am
going to tell you some things and you are going to keep your
“Thank you, Mr. Macintosh, this will
expedite things greatly. Expect a call from our office in a day or
two verifying that your policy is again in force.”
“Uh, thank you Mr. Samuels. I was planning
on taking the boat out tomorrow. May I do so?”
“I’m sure there won’t be a problem, but if
there is an accident, wait until you hear from us before you file a
claim, just to be safe.”
“Very well, thank you for your concern.”
“Just keeping our end up. Have a safe
weekend, Mr. Macintosh.” Ginger walked around the side of the
building and back to the car. He told Terry to slide over to the
passenger seat. He breathed a slow sigh of relief and drove slowly
to a petrol station.
“Are you going to tell me what we are doing
down here in Victoria?” Terry asked, trying not to make it sound
like he was whining.
“Yes, killer, I’m going to tell you, but I
need to make sure we are on the right track. There are things you
need to know first and I will share those with you as well. It’s
time you knew, but I know a thing or two about boys and their big
mouths. After I tell you these things you are going to need to keep
your mouth shut. You have been a good chap and I think you have the
capacity but this is so bloody dangerous that if you open your
mouth I will shoot you myself.”
“Oh hell, Uncle, you need to trust me more
than that.”
“I’m pulling over here and you’re going to
fill the tank.”
Terry Kingston chewed on his lip as he was
filling the petrol tank. What on earth could be so secret and
important that this farmer would kill him over? Ginger was not one
to threaten folk lightly. If he said he was going to give you a
drubbing, you had better expect to defend yourself. If he said he
was going to shoot something it had better expect to take a bullet.
Terry’s father had let his mother issue the discipline most of the
time unless the offence was particularly heinous and since Terry
was an only child he didn’t get in much trouble. He was coddled a
bit but not spoiled and he had learned how to use his brain from
his father. His uncle had taught him how to use his back. At 16
years old and still growing, he presented a formidable picture but
he knew better than to cross Ginger. His uncle had beaten Terry a
few times, not to excess or too often, but he had given him a
severe knockabout a few times and Terry knew better than to think
he could better him. Terry could fight, but there was something
about the way Ginger handled himself that used his opponent’s
strength and weight against him. Terry was taller but not so broad
as his uncle and he was just coming out of the truly awkward stage
of physical development.
The pump stopped and Terry paid for the
petrol, then they left town with Ginger driving. They continued
south on the Prince’s Highway until the got to the port city of
Lakes Entrance and stopped at a nice dark restaurant where they
took a private booth in the back, away from the other patrons.
To Terry’s surprise, Ginger ordered himself
a rum and cola. Terry had not seen Ginger drink in all the time
they had lived together. He knew there might be a problem brewing.
His uncle had beaten up some of the local fathers and Terry had
been informed that this had been one of the reasons he had been
forced to fight so much in school.
The food was good and the waiters left them
alone but were on hand. Ginger said nothing while they ate and
ordered another rum drink after they were done.
“Terry, me boy, we are about to do something
I have not done in many years. Your father was much better at it
than I, much more subtle. He had a way of moving in and moving out
so nobody noticed he was there. He could walk through a crowded
room and have nobody see him. He was nondescript that way, even
though he was tall.”
“Two meters is not that tall, I’m almost
that now.”
“Boy, we are not having a discussion. I am
going to tell you some things and you are going to keep your
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