out here to help look. We got to do back roads. Shit, I don’t know what we got to do.”
“Take it easy,” Marvin said.
“Easier said than done. Goddamn road work. It got us hung up.”
“Where are you?”
“Out Highway Seven.”
“Highway Seven. We’re coming… Wait. Donny. He wants to talk to you.”
“Fuck him.”
“It’s about where they might be.”
“Then put him on.”
“Hap,” Donny said, “I want to help.”
“Then you better not be wasting my time with a chat.”
“Smoke Stack, if he’s out Highway Seven, he’s going to The Take Off. That’s what he calls a pasture out there. I think his family might have owned it. It’s about twenty acres, used to be a hay field, has some aluminum buildings. He keeps an Ultra-light there. That’s why he calls it The Take Off. He uses the pasture as a kind of airport. He could be going there. I was there with him once. Went out to help him get a car from one of the sheds. One we had stored for the getaway, before you found out about it. He could have stored the car back there.”
“For a trade off?”
“Maybe. But that’s a place he could be. Maybe they’re just hiding out there. I don’t know. But it makes sense.”
He gave me the directions. It was down a county road. We had passed it. Leonard wheeled the car and we drove back.
THE PLACE WASN'T hard to find, not once we knew which road to take. Donny explained all that over the phone. There was a line of trees, and then a pasture. From the directions, we concluded we were at the right place.
We parked by a small bridge. I spoke into the cell. “We’re here.”
“Good luck,” Donny said.
“Luck has got nothing to do with it,” I said, and turned off the phone.
I took the .22 out and Leonard took the shotgun. We walked over the bridge and along the side of the road behind the trees for about a hundred feet. We stopped near the road and jumped over a ditch and looked through a gap in a patch of pines.
From there we could see a grown up pasture and about a hundred yards out, a long low aluminum shed. It had two large double doors on it. One set of doors was wide open. I could see the Ultra-light Donny had mentioned. I had been up in one once, a two-seater. I was the passenger. It was like riding in a winged lawn mower.
The SUV was parked near the shed.
If Smoke Stack and Stumpy were going out of there in the Ultra-light, then there wouldn’t be any room for Brett and Kelly. They’d either leave them, or pop them. I suspected the latter. But they hadn’t done it yet because I could see Brett and Kelly by the shed. It looked as if they might be wearing handcuffs; their hands were tucked behind their backs and they were leaning against the building. The only way into the pasture, which was fenced with barbed wire, was over a cattle guard.
Smoke Stack and Stumpy were tugging the Ultra-light out of the shed.
“Looks like they aren’t going to bother with a car,” Leonard said.
“Go start the car,” I said.
“You can shoot from here.”
“I can. But I’m going through the trees and through the fence, and I’m going to walk straight toward them. I need to be closer and surer. You drive over that cattle guard like your ass is on fire, distract them. I’ll take my shot then. It’ll be Smoke Stack first. Then I reload and it’s the other one.”
“That’s slow reloading with all that’s going on, you and that single shot squirrel rifle,” Leonard said.
“I’m quick and it’s a little late to upgrade.”
Leonard walked back to the car and I started through the trees and through the wire. I heard the car engine start. It wasn’t loud enough to startle anyone, far back as he was. And then I heard the car coming, like the proverbial bat out of hell.
I hurried across the pasture. Smoke Stack hadn’t seen me yet. He was preoccupied with another part of his plan. He hadn’t wanted to share the two-seater at all. And I knew why. All that money from the previous
“Take it easy,” Marvin said.
“Easier said than done. Goddamn road work. It got us hung up.”
“Where are you?”
“Out Highway Seven.”
“Highway Seven. We’re coming… Wait. Donny. He wants to talk to you.”
“Fuck him.”
“It’s about where they might be.”
“Then put him on.”
“Hap,” Donny said, “I want to help.”
“Then you better not be wasting my time with a chat.”
“Smoke Stack, if he’s out Highway Seven, he’s going to The Take Off. That’s what he calls a pasture out there. I think his family might have owned it. It’s about twenty acres, used to be a hay field, has some aluminum buildings. He keeps an Ultra-light there. That’s why he calls it The Take Off. He uses the pasture as a kind of airport. He could be going there. I was there with him once. Went out to help him get a car from one of the sheds. One we had stored for the getaway, before you found out about it. He could have stored the car back there.”
“For a trade off?”
“Maybe. But that’s a place he could be. Maybe they’re just hiding out there. I don’t know. But it makes sense.”
He gave me the directions. It was down a county road. We had passed it. Leonard wheeled the car and we drove back.
THE PLACE WASN'T hard to find, not once we knew which road to take. Donny explained all that over the phone. There was a line of trees, and then a pasture. From the directions, we concluded we were at the right place.
We parked by a small bridge. I spoke into the cell. “We’re here.”
“Good luck,” Donny said.
“Luck has got nothing to do with it,” I said, and turned off the phone.
I took the .22 out and Leonard took the shotgun. We walked over the bridge and along the side of the road behind the trees for about a hundred feet. We stopped near the road and jumped over a ditch and looked through a gap in a patch of pines.
From there we could see a grown up pasture and about a hundred yards out, a long low aluminum shed. It had two large double doors on it. One set of doors was wide open. I could see the Ultra-light Donny had mentioned. I had been up in one once, a two-seater. I was the passenger. It was like riding in a winged lawn mower.
The SUV was parked near the shed.
If Smoke Stack and Stumpy were going out of there in the Ultra-light, then there wouldn’t be any room for Brett and Kelly. They’d either leave them, or pop them. I suspected the latter. But they hadn’t done it yet because I could see Brett and Kelly by the shed. It looked as if they might be wearing handcuffs; their hands were tucked behind their backs and they were leaning against the building. The only way into the pasture, which was fenced with barbed wire, was over a cattle guard.
Smoke Stack and Stumpy were tugging the Ultra-light out of the shed.
“Looks like they aren’t going to bother with a car,” Leonard said.
“Go start the car,” I said.
“You can shoot from here.”
“I can. But I’m going through the trees and through the fence, and I’m going to walk straight toward them. I need to be closer and surer. You drive over that cattle guard like your ass is on fire, distract them. I’ll take my shot then. It’ll be Smoke Stack first. Then I reload and it’s the other one.”
“That’s slow reloading with all that’s going on, you and that single shot squirrel rifle,” Leonard said.
“I’m quick and it’s a little late to upgrade.”
Leonard walked back to the car and I started through the trees and through the wire. I heard the car engine start. It wasn’t loud enough to startle anyone, far back as he was. And then I heard the car coming, like the proverbial bat out of hell.
I hurried across the pasture. Smoke Stack hadn’t seen me yet. He was preoccupied with another part of his plan. He hadn’t wanted to share the two-seater at all. And I knew why. All that money from the previous
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