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Laid off at the steelmill. How about a little camping trip? 

Codes: MF Mf Mult harem ScFi TimeTr 

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Chapter 2

   I headed back to Lone Star and to the trailer park.  I was just backing
up to hook my trailer, intending to leave right away, when John Nathan and
his wife Carrol drove up.  I didn't know whether to shit or go blind, since
Carrol was one of the wives I'd been doing the nasty with occasionally,
while John was working.  I couldn't do anything but try acting normal.

   "Fixin' to head out, Bill," John asked, in a pleasant tone that eased my
jangling nerves.

   "I was at that, I'm finally getting off on my camping trip," I said.

   I noticed that John seemed at a loss for words and actually looked shy
and ill at ease.  I didn't prod him though and he helped me line up my
hitch and get it buckled up.

   "I heard from some of the guys that you've been buying rifles and
pistols that they needed to get rid of?  Anything to it?" he asked.

   "I've bought quite a few, but I've pretty much stopped since I'll be
leaving for a while," I said.

   He looked so disappointed that it almost made me hurt.  I didn't know
what he needed to sell, but I was damned sure about to buy it if I
possiblly could.

   "That don't mean I can't still buy some, especially if it's you needing
to sell," I said.

   John and I weren't really friends or anything, but we weren't enemies
either.  We'd worked together for a few years but mostly on different
shifts.  More importantly, Carrol was good people as far as I was concerned
and if I could help him, and by extension her, I was going to.

   "Well, I do have an odd one I need to turn into cash.  I'll admit right
now that it isn't the normal rifle, and I'd never have bought it if I'd had
even a hint of what was coming.

   "It ain't that we're short of food or on the skds or anything, but I've
got a chance to buy into Scotty's garage and tire shop in Longview, and I
think changing my line of work is the best thing for us now.  It don't look
like the steel mill is gonna revive anytime soon," he said.

   "I think you're right about that, sad to say."

   "Anyhow, I'm trying to scrape up enough for a down payment for Scotty
and when I heard that you'd been buying some guns, and giving closer to
what they were worth than anywhere else, I though I'd come by and see if
you were interested," he said.

   "How much do you need to buy in?" I asked.

   "Scotty said if I could scrape up ten thousand up front, he'd sell me
half the business for forty, and that he could get the bank to make me a
loan for the other thirty, that way I can pay the bank back out of my
salary and my share of the profit," he said.

   "If the bank is going to loan money on it, the place must be doing
good," I said.

   "Oh, it is.  I've been working there since just after the layoff and
we've got more than plenty of business.  Scotty found out I was thinking
about starting up my own business and that's why he offered to let me buy
in," he said.

   "Why don't I just write you a check for the whole thing John and we'll
keep from botherin' the bank.  I'd rather you didn't spread it around, but
I've got the money and it's probably sittin' in the bank you're going to
borrow from.  If it ain't the same bank it's still about the same deal.

   "I'll loan it to you a percent less than what the bank would charge, and
with a hell of a lot less paperwork.  You'll save money and bother and I'll
make a whole lot more than I do on CDs.  Scotty is going to have a lawyer
draw up real paperwork isn't he?" I asked.

   "Yeh, it's already fixed, and I've had a different one look it over.  It
will all be done legal and everything.  But you'd be takin' an awful lot of
risk on me, Bill," he said.

   "I don't think I'm riskin' a thing, John.  We ain't been close friends
or anything, but I know that you're a hard worker and I've never heard a
bad word about any dealings you ever had with anyone.  I'm willin' to bet
forthy thousand on you," I said.

   "You don't even want to see the gun I got to sell, do ya'?" he asked.

   "I'd like to see it, now that you've got me curious, but it don't really
matter.  The money for Scotty is yours if you want it," I said.

   "I'd be stupid not to take you up.  If you'll have a lawyer draw up the
papers like you want 'em, I'll sign anything you need me to," he said.

   "Why don't you, your wife, and I go into the trailer while it's still
hooked to the power and sit down at my little kitchen table.  I can write
out what I want you to sign right now.  Do you know what the banker was
going to charge you?" I asked.

   "Eight and a half, and a five hundred dollar fee for the title work and
closing cost," he said.

   "See, you've saved five hundred bucks already," I said.

   He went to Carrol's window and told her we needed to go inside.  She got
out and we went in and sat at the table.  I found a sheet of clean paper
and scribbled out an IOU for forty-thousand at seven and a half percent and
dated it, and then he and Carrol signed.

   "You can see there's no payment schedule.  Pay on it if and when you
want to by making a deposit in my checking account, and be sure to save the
receipt you get.  We'll figure the interest on the time you keep the money
and as soon as you make any deposit I'll stop charging interest on that
much," I said.

   "You mean that's all the paperwork you need?" Carrol asked.

   "Sure.  If you don't intend to pay it, which I don't believe for a
second, all the paperwork in the world won't do any good.  Since I'm sure
you do intend to pay it, this is plenty," I said, and I wrote out a check
while they were looking at each other with their mouths hanging open.

   "Now," I said, "let me have a look at that gun you brought."

   John was right, he must have been high on something when he bought a
Barrett M821A and I couldn't even think of anything that would make him buy
five thousand rounds for it.  I wondered if Carrol had any fucking idea of
what it cost.  I didn't tell her.

   I'd never even seen one of the big bastards, not even a picture of one.
I didn't even know what it was until he told me.  It was a piece of work
though, and he even had the bipod mount with it, and a hard case that
seemed nearly big enough for a coffin.

   After I'd had a good look, he and Carrol said goodbye and started to
leave.

   "Hey, you forgot this big thing," I said.

   "Keep it, I've never even fired it once and I want to forget completely
about it," he said.

   "I can't do that.  I don't know what it cost but I know it must have
been a lot.  When you get home, look up your bill and take the whole thing
off that note.  We'll say I bought it," I said.

   "The whole amount?  I bought it new and it's used now," he said.

   "You just said you'd never fired it.  With the way inflation is, it's
probably worth more now than what you paid for it," I said.

   Damned if it didn't take fifteen more minutes to talk both John and
Carrol out of giving me a discount.  I wouldn't give up though.  I couldn't
just come out and say that I'd gotten a lot of good pussy out of the deal,
but I kept it on mind and I figured I was only being fair about things.

   They finally left and after they had I put the big gun back in its
hardcase and took it to my pickup to put it in the camper shell.  I had to
make ten trips and scramble all around in the back to find room for those
god damned big heavy cartridge cases.  It was finally done though and I
after I got the trailer unplugged, the holding tank empty, and the water
tank full I carried my ass.  Next stop, The Big Thicket.

   Actually, I knew I couldn't get far with the afternoon halfway done, but
I figured I'd better leave anyhow.  I didn't want to run into anyone else
that had a last minute gun deal on their mind.  I was glad that John and
Carrol had found me, because I felt good about what I'd done.  If he never
paid me back a penny I wouldn't be too mad, and I knew he would if he
lived. That didn't mean I wanted to do any more good deeds today.

   Driving to Longview, I took I-20 heading west to the get off for Tyler,
which was only thirty-five miles or so.  I got on US 69 there and drove to
Jacksonville, where I found a rest area, stopped and got in my camper for
the night.

   The next morning I pulled into the first café I found and had some
breakfast and then drove to Lufkin.  I pulled into the truckstop there and
filled up the left tank, the only one I'd used so far, and after I paid and
parked I figured my mileage.

   I could hardly believe it.  Before the rebuild I could get nineteen
miles per gallon on the highway with just the truck.  With the new engine
and new differential gears I got twenty-one pulling my camper.  That was
goinn to be worth money in the long run and it made me glad as hell I'd
fixed up this truck instead of buying a new one.

   I went into the truckstop's café and bought a thermos full of coffe and
headed back to my truck, intending to go on my way.  Walking toward it I
noticed that they were having some big doin's that took up half the truck
parking lot.  Curisoty killed the cat but it hadn't even hurt me yet, so I
walked toward the excitement.

   Turned out to be a big charity deal for a kid that needed a kidney
transplant.  That's bad enough and'll usually get a few bucks outa me, but
the girl child's mama had been killed in a car wreck not a week ago.

   They were having what looked like the biggest yard sale in Texas, and
all the items had been donated by local people and businesses.  They were
also having a big raffel for a nice clean used car and several other big
ticket items.  I bought a couple of tickets of course, and then started
nosin' around among all the tables of crap that were everywhere.

   Of course it was a mistake for my pocket book, but since I was going to
be doing some real camping out, when I ran across a hell of a deal on cast
iron cookware - including a big kettle, two different sizes of dutch ovens,
five different skillets, including a big square one, four more normal
sizes, and two different cornbread moulds - I couldn't get three hundred
dollars out fast enough for three whole sets.  They were happy to send a
young boy with a flat cart to help me take it to my truck.

   Lucky for me, on a different table I found an item that made me remember
something else I needed bad but didn't have.  The item I found was 22 long
rifle cartridges, and the item I didn't have was a 22 rifle.  There's no
gun handier than a 22 and I hadn't kept a one that I'd bought from
unemployed steelworkers Hell, I'd even gotten carried away at the gun show
in Dallas and sold my own, the one I usually kept in the pickup's gun rack.

   No matter, they weren't hard to come by.  The cartridges I spied were
priced about half of what I'd have to pay in Wal-Mart and I bought all
twenty-five "bricks" (boxes of ten boxes with five hundred cartridges in
each brick) they had.  Afterall, it was for a good cause.

   There were several guns for sale but I didn't see any I really wanted,
and none of them were a deal like the 22 cartridges had been.  I did get on
a kick of buying camp eating utensils and the like though, and canteens, I
bought six canteens.  I fucked around there for most of the day and I was
still there when they held the drawing.

   Damned if I didn't win a thirty-six inch projection TV.  What in the
fuck was I going to do with that.  It was the second prize and the only
reason I wasn't madder about winning it was that the first prize of a car
would have been even more trouble.

   I went up to the desk to take my medicine like a man and I was right
behind the woman who'd won the Browning Buckmaster with the four power
Redfield rifle sized scope attached.

   While they were getting her all fixed up and she was just standing
around, I asked her.

   "I don't mean to be nosy ma'am, but do have a use for that 22?"

   "Not really, my husband doesn't shoot and we don't have any boys, I'll
probably just try to sell it.  Are you interested in it?" she asked.

   "I am for a fact," I said.

   "You're in line here, what did you win?" she asked.

   "I won that big TV," I said, admitting it.

   "Darn, that's what I was hoping to get.  We don't need a car either, but
I was mostly just donating the money," she said, I believed her, sure I
did.

   "Would you be interested in a trade?" I asked.

   "I might, how much would you need to boot?" she asked.

   "Not a thing.  I'd go for an even swap.  I'm just passing through and
I'd have to ship that TV home if I kept it, and I don't even watch TV
much," I said.

   "Mister, you've got a deal!" she said, smiling wide.

   I gave her my ticket and when they had her 22 in its soft case they
hadned it to her and she handed it to me; I was heading for my truck in no
time flat.  Even though the afternoon was about gone, the sun wouldn't go
down for more than two hours and I headed on down the road for Kountze
Texas.  Kountze is about seven miles down the road from the get off for the
Big Thicket's welcome center.

   There was a Wal-Mart in Woodville, twenty or so miles north of Kountze,
and they had a really big parking lot, even for a Wal-Mart.  I could see
why at once.  There were alredy about ten campers parked there.  I pulled
in and eased up beside one of those big Bluebird type motorhomes.  A man
and a woman were sitting outside of it and they even had their awning out.
I sotpped and got out.

   "Howdy, it looks like to me that Wal-Mart doesn't mind so much if people
park their campers here," I said, as I walked over to them.

   "They're pretty good about it all right, buy they don't want you putting
your jacks down and leveling up," he said.

   "That won't bother me, I just want to go in a pick up a few things and
then go to sleep," I said.

   "They like that a lot better, especially the 'pick up a few things'
part. Try to remember to tape your receipt on your camper door and it will
ease their mind.  They won't even say anything about you leveling up if you
spend over a hundred bucks," the woman said.

   "No tellin' what I'll see that I like, but it's just too much trouble
for me to level it out for one night," I said.

   "I hear ya.  We've got those electric jacks and I can do it from the
drivers seat so it ain't a bother.  I remember what it was like when we had
a tow trailer though, and I ain't sorry to be missin' out on that now," the
man said.

   "I'm George and this is my wife, Jane, by the way," he said.

   "My name's Bill," I said, and he and I shook on it.

   "You been to The Big Thicket before?" Jane asked.

   "Nope, this is my first time."

   "Ours too, I just retired two years ago, and we're gradually making the
rounds.  This is our first trip to Texas in fact," George said.

   "Well welcome then.  I hardly ever make a trip out," I said.

   "You dp look a little young to be a snowbird," Jane said.

   "I'm not I don't guess, I'm laid off from Lone Star Steel.  Me and about
six thousand others," I said.

   "Oh, that's terrible," she said.

   "I guess it is for most of 'em, but I've made more money since the
layoff than I did before it.  Of course a lot of my profit has been from
some of their misfortune.  I did my best not to gouge 'em though.  I know I
pissed some pawn shop owners off," I said.
   "Really?  What do you mean?" Jane asked.

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