house, with four walls and a flat roof surround by a rail. There were two men on the roof, each armed with long rifles with scopes and bipods resting on the rail. Bill said, loudly enough for the Judge to hear, “That’s where we place the snipers. From that location, they can easily cover the entire area, out to a half mile in most places.” Then he turned to his brother. “You satisfied, Kirk?”
“Yep, it’s under control.”
“Well, don’t do any damage if you can help it. It’d be nice to think that law and order can prevail nowadays.”
“Yeah, it would. I’ll see what I can do,” Kirk replied with a tight smile.
“Good enough,” Bill said, slapping his brother on the shoulder with affection. “Terry, let’s head back and see if Dusty crapped his pants during the fight.”
Chapter 3 - 7
Terry found himself sitting on the back deck of the middle house again, in a seat that would have to have his name stenciled in before much longer. Bill was in his traditional chair as well, and Dusty had pulled one over from one of the other decks.
“Well, now we gotta watch those boys,” Dusty was saying.
“I don’t mind them having a few cold nights in a tree,” Bill said. “Lord knows they’ve caused enough trouble.”
“Yeah, but it seems like a waste of manpower.”
“Nothing that we can learn from is a waste, and we have a few kids out there that could use the discipline of having something to watch for a change,” Bill said.
“Ok, maybe, but how long will it go on?” Dusty asked.
“Not long, unless the state refuses to come down for them. In that case, we’ll have to make some hard decisions, but I think when we explain the situation, and how hard he’s flouted the state’s laws, they’ll be happy to turn old Jerry Doan into a nice object lesson.”
“Sounds right,” said Dusty. “So probably a few days at most.”
“Yeah, we couldn’t keep Kirk off of them much longer than that anyway.”
Dusty laughed knowingly. “That’s the truth, sure enough.”
“So, I think we need to borrow your boy here for a few days. It’s about time to get some training in for Mr. Shelton.”
Terry looked up at that. “What kind of training?”
“The same kind we all get. Don’t think I didn’t notice your little weapon problem yesterday.”
“Yes, sir. I have no idea how to use good weapons. I don’t even know how to wear them.”
“Well, we’ll get you straightened out in no time.” Bill said with a sinister hint of a smile. “Dusty, I expect that the town will be in an uproar tomorrow. I doubt if anyone will notice Terry missing, but please make excuses if you need to.”
“Will do, Bill,” Dusty answered. “Speaking of which, I need to head back into town. Damage control. We don’t know who knew he was heading out this way. I figure I’ll go by the mansion and ask if they have seen the Judge, and just play dumb to keep them guessing for a while. I got hit on the head by bandits on the old golf course, you know?”
“Sounds good. If it seems like anyone knew where he was headed, let me know. We’ll be ready.”
“Ok, boss.” Dusty rose from his chair.
“Go ask Tommy for a ride. We have some new trucks.”
Dusty stepped off the porch and headed out across the buffer field between the road and the village, waving lazily as he left.
“Well, Mr. Shelton, what did you think about all that?”” Bill asked Terry.
“I think the Judge was out of his mind.”
“Heck, you could tell that from the movie outfit. I’m surprised he wasn’t wearing spurs.” Bill said, shaking his head slowly. “I guess the truth is that if you make enough people jump when you open your mouth, you don’t know what to do when they never leave the ground.”
“Yeah, that’s kinda what I thought, too. He ordered us around like we were slaves, and we don’t even answer to him.”
“Speaking of slaves, grab me a beer so I can continue my tall tale.”
Terry smiled, and jumped to
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