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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack - Growing
Part: 27 of 30
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Keywords: (no sex)
Language: English


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   !!!!!  ATTENTION !!!!!

   Before we get going here, several notes.  The following is a sex story.
A stroke story.  A porno story.  The content is unsuitable for youngsters
and some adults may find it objectionable.  I've ensured my material is
properly coded and registered.  Adults, who have custodial responsibility
for young minds, must ensure this smut doesn't fall into their children's
hands.  To charge the government with that responsibility.  Wow !  Don't
get me started.

   All my stories are total fantasy.  They are fiction, made up.  MSU (made
shit up).  I started this effort in several forms before deciding on "The
Chronicles" for a direction.  Yes !  Willy is back !  He's hooked himself
up with some property owners in Henderson, producing vast amounts of
medicinal quality weed and making them all millions.  But trouble is
starting to raise it's ugly head.

   And while the plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the
author's fertile imagination...The characters...Well, the characters are
also total fantasy.  They don't exist, never have and never will.  Any
public figures mentioned are for background and time line purposes only.

   Remember now...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to
the usual.

   The Chronicles of

   Willy Tamarack

   Growing

   (no sex)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S.  Constitution

   Chapter Seventy-nine

   The fence was twelve feet tall and topped with barbed wire.  There were
three uniformed guards at the gate.  All of the guards were armed with
holstered hand guns.  One of them was on a cell phone, talking with
someone. The other two were at each corner of the 'Vette with their hands
near their weapons.  The guy talking on the phone came to the driver's side
of the car and leaned down to talk with Carlos.

   We drove through the gate just seconds later.  "What the fuck was that
all about !?" I exclaimed.  Carlos laughed.

   "I told you these guys are a little crazy when it comes to security. 
They're also interviewing other growers.  Sorry, Willy, I just found out
this morning."

   "That's okay by me.  I'm pretty sure we could find another warehouse or
two, couldn't we ?" I countered.

   Carlos reached over and patted my knee.  Two guys stepped out of the
darkness and motioned the 'Vette to the side of the building.  They were
carrying automatic weapons with what looked like banana clips.  I opened
the door and got out of the 'Vette with my hands in the air, computer case,
too.

   "Put your hands down, old man." Carlos commanded but was still laughing
as they frisked us.  They looked in my computer case and even turned on the
computer.  They then escorted us into the warehouse.  There was a
glassed-in office across the floor which appeared to be close to half a
football field in size.  The roof was pitched and about twenty feet high at
the apex.  There was good metal support for the lights.  I made a note to
ask about the weight bearing capacity.

   I was excited and knew I would blow the other growers away.  I was sure
that none of them had ever grown on the scale I had.  Carlos' friends would
have to be idiots not to realize I was the only choice.  It bothered me
that others knew but that was Carlos' department.  I was just the grower.

   There were four of them.  With the guard it made five plus the two of
us. They were all sitting on folding chairs around a metal desk.  I could
smell marijuana and there was even a haze hanging around the floresent
lighting.  They all stood up as we approached.

   You could tell the brothers from the other two.  The taller Carlino
called to Carlos.  "Hey, Cuban !  This your grower !?" I let Carlos take
the lead.  Like I said, I'm just the grower.

   "Hey !  Who are these guys ?  We got some propriatory shit here." Carlos
objected.

   The taller brother told the guard to escort the other two guys to their
car.  The same brother called to the other growers, as they walked across
the warehouse floor, "I'll call you tomorrow." It was just the four of us
in the office now.  I pulled the laptop out of the case and set it up on
the desk.  I threw two baggies of weed on to the desktop.

   "My name is Willy Tamarack.  My most recent, harvested about a week ago.
The plans I have will produce about a hundred pounds a month once it's all
set up..." I continued for twenty minutes talking about water consumption,
odor inhibitors, chemicals required, estimates on the cost of the design.
It was a very thorough briefing.

   "I'm very confident that I can produce medicinal quality weed in large
quantities.  I had twenty acres under cultivation in Sinaloa before I had a
disagreement with the management." I flashed several pictures of the green
fields of my Sinaloa farms.  They were both captivated by the computer
screen.

   The shorter one spoke for the first time, "No comparison, bro.  This is
our grower.  Welcome, Mister Tamarack.  Thanks, Carlos.  You guys want to
get high ?" He was opening one of the baggies I'd thrown on to the desktop.
The aroma filled the office.

   *****

   Walker Wilson spent three days trying to find Mindy Weathers.  She had
disappeared from the face of the earth.  He phoned a friend of his in the
F.B.I.  and called in some favors to get a track on her.  He kept reviewing
and re-reviewing the files he transfered from Wayne's laptop.

   Several patterns began to appear as he jotted down known facts and
sightings.  From the time he broke out of the Camarillo Mental Institution
Willy Tamarack had visited all his old haunts.  Walker was sure that
Wayne's last info was fact.  Willy Tamarack was living and growing in Las
Vegas, some where !?

   His F.B.I.  contact phoned a few days later and told him that the woman
was living in a condo in Henderson, Nevada.  She just bought the place a
couple of weeks ago.  Before that he found no record of her for the thirty
or so days she'd been separated from the D.E.A.

   These facts immediately alerted Walker.  Where was she for those thirty
days ?  Who was she with ?  Walker made some more notes.  Agent Wilson
needed some answers from Mindy Weathers.

   *****

   Mid-morning traffic was moving at a snail's pace.  The dark blue Ford
panel truck was being driven by an old man.  The truck was in the left hand
lane with it's blinker on.  A moment later it was stopped at the gate.  The
armed guard talked with the old man for just a few moments before the panel
truck drove through the gate.

   I drove right at the second set of guards (the one's with the automatic
weapons & banana clips) and stopped just short of hitting them.  Erin came
out the passenger door and I slid out the driver's side.  Both of us had
the AK's hanging from our shoulders.  We headed toward the door to the
warehouse with Amanda following us.  The guards, with the automatic
weapons, remained frozen where they were, following us with their eyes.

   Tony Carlino saw us enter the warehouse.  Our weapons freaked him out
and he called to Cliff.  "Cliff !  We might have trouble here !  It's the
grower !" Cliff stepped out of the office.  He drew a hand gun from behind
his back.

   I waved.  "Tony !  Cliff !  Meet my growing team.  Erin, my wife, and
Amanda.  We kind of like to provide our own security.  Okay with you ?"

   Cliff put his hand gun back in the waist band of his jeans and waved at
us.  We all met in the office area and I set up the computer.  "We're gonna
mark off some measurements on the floor with chalk.  Can you have the
workmen here tomorrow with the material ?"

   Tony smiled, "Yea, sure, Willy.  Sorry I freaked out.  Carlos told me to
expect you to be gun ho." He turned to Cliff.  "Call the contractors and
get them over here this afternoon, bro.  How long until you're growing,
Willy ?"

   "All ready started, Tony.  Got a hundred cuttings ready to go.  Just
need a place to grow."

   Tony was smiling.  "This is the place, Willy."

   *****

   Mindy Weathers was very hot looking, wearing a mid-thigh length skirt
with a low cut blouse.  The heels made her close to five foot seven inches.
She moved through the crowded casino bar with ease and kept an eye on those
who were following her.  And there were many.  Carlos was sitting in a
booth at the far rear of the establishment.  Carlos was watching Mindy
intently.

   Amanda appeared first, walking boldly up to the center of the bar. 
She'd come through a forest of slot machines twenty feet in front of the
bar.  The old man and Erin were ten steps behind her.  They fanned out to
each side of the bar area and took a place at each end of the bar.  The
bartender immediately moved to check Amanda's I.D.  Carlos started laughing
and then the old man and Erin disappeared into the crowd near the resturant
and sport's book.

   Erin and I kept an eye on Mindy for over an hour.  Twice Mindy
disappeared into the lady's room and twice I sent Amanda in to check the
room after she left.  No messages, notes or any of that shit.  We all met
in the panel truck out in the parking lot and watched as Mindy walked out
of the casino several hours later.  We also picked up Carlos' surveilance
when they followed Mindy out of the parking lot and back to her new home in
"Green Valley."

   It was Amanda who insisted on remaining in the parking lot for an
additional hour.  Carlos exited the casino about half an hour later. 
Amanda smiled.  Erin and I were surprised.  But the bigger surprise was the
F.B.I.  agent who left almost an hour after ex-Agent Weathers.  Erin
recognized him from years ago when she was working for the shyster.  We
were new in town at the time.  Shit !  That's over twenty years ago !  How
time flies when you're having fun !!!

   Chapter Eighty

   Henderson, Nevada

   October 2010

   Amanda and I drove out to the Henderson Industrial zone.  The guards
waved us through the gates.  We were usually here every day.  We waved back
and drove right to the warehouse.  It was cool with a very gusty, north
wind.  The guys with the automatic weapons greeted us with barrels pointing
at the ground which was always a good sign.  We shot the shit with them for
ten minutes or so before entering the warehouse.

   We entered through an elaborate entrance way we constructed to ensure
that the entire warehouse was light tight.  Feeding was in progress and we
could hear the pumps sucking the feeding mixture back to the holding tanks.
The light was an eire redish glow from the ceiling.  There were lots of
shadows being cast by the eight to ten foot tall plants that totally
populated the warehouse floor.  It was like a Christmas tree lot in early
December before the shoppers showed up.

   Amanda made her way against the wall toward the Carlino brother's office
on the other side of the warehouse.  I dropped to my hands and knees and
started making my way into the center of the forest of marijuana plants
that were heavy with bud.  I inspected and along the way cut three large
boughs of bud that were hanging down near the floor.  All of the buds were
full of crystal and quite hairy.  I finally made it through to the other
side after about half an hour.

   The Carlino brothers were smoking a bowl with Amanda when I entered
their office.  Tony, the youngest, waved.  He was thirty-eight and the
brains of the family.  Cliff was the oldest at forty-two and hitting on
Amanda most of the time.  He was the muscle.

   "The weed's ready to harvest.  We got about a week before we start
losing potency.  The four of us could do it but it would be a very tough
week for all of us." I threw the boughs on to their desk, all over a foot
long.  Tony inspected one.  I walked over to the small oven we had set up
and turned it on.

   Tony looked up and handed me the bud.  I put them all in the oven and
started the roticery.  We had two industrial sized heaters located at the
far end of the warehouse.  I estimated that we could do over twenty pounds
a day.  The cutting would be the hard part.

   "Get ready for a tough week, amigo." Tony stated matter of factly.  "I
think we'd be smart to do the first one ourselves.  See how it goes.  What
do you say ?  You with me on this, Willy ?" The brothers had become quick
learners and had put in a lot of hard work for their sixty percent.  They'd
earned it as far as I was concerned and I'd told Carlos that several times.

   I smiled at Tony.  "Yea, I'm with you, Tony.  Let's start.  I'll meet
you in the drying room." I turned, exited the office and made my way along
the wall toward the drying room.  I could hear Tony behind me.  Amanda was
behind Tony and then there was Cliff, bringing up the rear.....

   .....We were all exhausted.  It was close to eight that night.  The
ovens were working at full capacity and still we had bags and bags of heavy
marijuana boughs piled up just outside the drying room.

   Half an hour later the four of us were eating with Carlos at that
bowling alley up on Sunset.  Buffalo "Purple" would be ready in twenty-four
hours.  I estimated about twenty-five pounds, packaged and ready to go. 
The look on his face was priceless.  "Twenty-five pounds !"

   "Yea and another twenty-five the next day and another...Well, you get
the picture.  Can you move a hundred pounds of just about the best
marijuana grown in a week, amigo ?" All four of us were glaring at him.

   Carlos paid the tab and we all had some pretty exotic beverages from the
bar before retiring for the evening.  I slipped Carlos an ounce, eight
baggies of moist bud.  "Hard to light, Carlos, but it'll blow your mind,
bro." I told him out in the parking lot.

   Amanda and I went home and crashed.  The next day we brought Erin to the
farm and that made five of us.  The packaging went much faster with two
baggers and three weighers.  The shit we left in the ovens was ready and
some of us cut bud while some of us worked the ovens.  Another long day but
we delivered twenty-six pounds to Carlos that evening.

   *****

   Estaban Rodriquez was lying in bed when his phone started ringing.  The
alarm clock read four a.m.  He picked the phone up off the night stand.  It
was some people working for him in 'Vegas.  He listened for several
minutes. These people were informing him that the hotels on the "Strip"
were flooded with some new weed.  This was a large quantity of quality
weed. People were calling it "Buffalo Purple." It was going for a hundred
and fifty an eighth.

   Estaban terminated the call.  He couldn't help but think this was
Tamarack.  Culican must be thinking the same thing.  It was spotty this
summer.  Just small amounts but real quality weed and branded.  Buffalo
Red, Green, Orange.  It was always marked.  It was starting to show up in
town too, not just on the "Strip."

   He called Culican and relayed the information.  He was instructed to
remain by his phone.  Someone would contact him.  Estaban Rodriquez knew
who that someone would be.  And he was pretty sure what his instructions
would be.  He called Las Vegas and told his contact to put the word out. 
Find Willy Tamarack.

   *****

   I was riding with Carlos, in his 'Vette.  We'd been silent since he
picked me up.  We were on our way to the home Mindy Weathers bought several
months ago.  A nice condo located in a relatively new gated community in
Green Valley.  The guard waved us right through the gate as soon as he
recognized me.  I slipped him a hundred a month to provide me with a little
intel.  He knew who buttered his bread.

   She was waiting for us at the front door.  We followed her to the front
room.  I sat.  Mindy remained standing.  Carlos stood across the room. 
"Mindy, you remember Carlos ?" I asked.  She nodded her head.  "Tell us
what happened."

   She paced as she talked, staring at the floor most of the time.  "He
approached me last night about midnight.  I was with some people who were
interested in buying pounds of Buffalo Purple.  He was at the bar, close
enough to hear.  When we broke up he came right up to me and gave me the
recognition greeting.  I told him I was a private citizen and not employed
by the government any longer.  He kept by my side all the way to the front
entrance of the casino.  I stopped near the security desk.  He insisted I
meet him as soon as possible.  The asshole said A.S.A.P., like I was
working for him.  I emailed you as soon as I got home.  He hasn't called
and I assume he could get my number."

   "Good report, Mindy.  Show her the photos, Carlos." Carlos walked over
to her and showed her a picture on his phone.  Then another and another. 
"Recognize any of them ?" She shook her head back and forth.

   "Wear a wire with this guy ?" I asked.

   "Sure, I'm not going to fuck him." She spat back at me.  Carlos smiled.

   "No, Mindy, we don't want you to fuck him." Carlos told her then
laughed. So did Mindy.  I lit up a bowl.

   *****

   D.E.A.  Agent Walker Wilson found the woman with little trouble.  She
was sitting at the end of the bar.  It was a very small casino/bar on the
eastern side of the valley, on the Boulder Highway.  Not nearly as high
class as the place he found her in last night on the "Strip." The sound of
slot machines could be heard through out the establishment.  Walker went
right up to her and sat.

   She had a drink in front of her.  "What are you drinking, Mindy ?" He
asked.

   Mindy Weathers looked over at him.  "Jack on the rocks.  What's your
name ?"

   "Walker Wilson.  I knew Wayne Montana.  Worked with him a couple times,
years ago.  Noticed that you were working with him when he was killed. 
Care to tell me what you were after at the mall ?"

   Mindy looked straight ahead as the drinks arrived.  "Wayne claimed that
we'd catch up to a guy named Willy Tamarack.  A big time weed grower and
distributor with ties to the cartels.  Several weeks before Wayne was
killed I ran into a guy, who I was told was Willy Tamarack.  He looked a
lot like a picture Wayne showed me.  I got a call that morning, supposedly
from Tamarack, saying there was a big shipment coming into the grocery at
the mall.  When we got there it turned into a gun fight.  And don't tell me
he was the old man who assasinated those Mexicans.  I'm with the locals on
this.  It was a Mexican hit or a government operation.  Willy Tamarack, if
he exists at all, had nothing to do with that day at the shopping center."
She turned to look at Walker Wilson.

   "Oh !  He exists, Mindy.  I spent several days chasing his ass half way
across Alabama fifteen years ago.  Wayne thought he was going to be at the
shopping center.  Willy and two tons of weed is what he thought.  I imagine
you all thought the same thing."

   "And just where did you get that info ?" Mindy asked him.

   "Wayne's laptop."

   "They told me two weeks before I got canned that they couldn't get
anything off of his laptop." Mindy countered.

   "You were on the way out, I imagine." Walker Wilson finished his drink
and signaled for another round.

   *****

   Carlos and I were sitting in the back of the panel truck.  Erin was up
front.  We were parked across the street from the casino and had a good
view of the only entrance.  The quality of the audio was excellent.  Mindy
was putting him off now, telling him that she had no intention of free
lancing for him.  She had a good job and wanted to keep it.

   We could hear her bar stool scraping on the floor as she got to her feet
and walked away from him.  He didn't try to call to her or follow her.  She
appeared at the entrance, quickly walked to her car and drove out of the
parking lot.  We waited.  I had the telephoto lens resting on the front
seat back rest.

   "That's him." Erin called from the front seat.  I raised the lens and
started shooting.  He disappeared into his car and drove out of the parking
lot.  Carlos' tail pulled out to follow him.  We waited.  It was close to
midnight before we left the casino and headed to Mindy Weather's place.

   Chapter Eighty-one

   It was a beautiful November day.  Bright sun light shown over the Las
Vegas Valley.  A light breeze was blowing from the northwest.  The sailboat
was coming about a hundred feet off shore.  It glided right up to the dock
before Erin jumped up on to the dock to tie up.  I lowered the sails and
then brought two suitcases dockside.  We made our way up to the Hacienda.

   All three of them were waiting for us.  I lifted the suitcases on to the
bar.  "A little over sixty pounds.  As we speak Amanda is giving the
Carlinos instructions on how to clean and sterilize the system.  We'll be
growing again in a couple of days.  We've also been working on a second
warehouse and will have it up and growing in a couple of weeks.  How's it
selling, Carlos ?"

   "I've still got some Purple left from the other day but I like to have a
surplus.  How's it moving with the Hooters ?"

   "Can't keep them supplied.  But that's good for sales.  The Carlinos
told me to tell you they got their money, Casey.  How's Dudley and the
private banking working out ?" I went behind the bar and found a coke in
the refrigerator.

   "Fucking great, Willy.  He's made our position over three percent in the
last six weeks !" Casey exclaimed.

   "Willy, we couldn't be happier," Snake Edwards started, "Colleen informs
me that you have helped us make a good deal of money this year."

   Erin and I stayed for lunch with the "three amigos" and didn't get back
to the "Villa" until a little after sunset.  I went right down stairs and
started checking on Buffalo Black.  I was growing it in both rooms and
using a heavy amount of chemicals.  So far it was looking very good with
large nodes appearing on almost every stalk.  They were five to six weeks
from harvest.

   I topped off the irrigation tanks and added the proper amount of
fertilizers and other shit.  I moved into the cloning room and checked on
the trays of sprouts on the card tables.  They all looked healthy and would
be ready for transport to the warehouse tomorrow.

   I took a leak and climbed to the second level.  Erin had the flat screen
turned on and tuned to CNN.  She was packing a bowl.  "Two calls, Willy. 
It is unlikely Amanda will be home this evening.  She's planning on being
the meat in a Carlino sandwich.  Says the equiptment is ready to go and
that they're flushing the system with clean water as we speak.  The second
call is from Father Martinez, I believe.  You might want to call him back."

   I moved toward the phones.  In just moments it was ringing.  He answered
on ring number four.  "William Tamarack here.  You wanted to speak to me,
father ?" I asked.

   "Si, Senior Tamarack, they are looking for a Willy Tamarack but their
description does not match you.  I thought you might like to know this."

   "Thank you, Father Martinez." I closed up my phone and put it back on
the counter.

   "They're starting to look for us, Erin.  We need to disappear." Erin
passed me a packed bowl and we smoked together for a while.

   *****

   It was close to three A.M.  when Carlos walked into the resturant.  He
saw the teenager sitting by herself in a booth.  Her apparel immediately
labeled her as a "teen slut." Willy and Erin were sitting at a table each
looking in opposite directions.

   Carlos joined them.  He hardly recognized them.  Erin was wearing a
baseball cap with all her hair tucked up into it.  Tight jeans and a dark
blue "T" shirt topped off her outfit.  She looked like an aging lesbian. 
Willy was wearing a tight pair of jeans with a leather jacket.  He was
hatless and his gray hair was sticking up all over like he hadn't combed
his hair when he got up.

   I leaned toward Carlos.  "The Mexicans are starting to look for us. 
We've set up the Carlinos for the next harvest.  About four months, I
figure.  We'll keep in touch but you won't see much of us." I whispered.

   Carlos chuckled.  "Willy, got your place being watched by three of my
most trusted guys.  The Carlinos called me this afternoon and told me
they're ready to go solo.  Told me you got cameras all over the warehouse
so you can monitor the crop.  That's thinking, Willy.  And we still get our
cut.  Don't worry, Willy.  All is cool."

   Erin stood and moved toward the restrooms.  Amanda went to join her two
minutes later.  I leaned toward Carlos, "Thanks, Carlos, we appreciate the
extra lookout.  Please warn your guys that we're armed to the teeth out
there.  We're used to taking care of our own security.  And don't worry,
bro.  Amanda, Erin and I will make sure the harvest is good."

   "Snake says you're always welcome at the Hacienda.  And if the shit hits
the fan, that is where we both expect you to go.  We don't want you
disappearing for a couple of years again.  Comprende, amigo."

   "Comprende, Carlos.  Thanks, we appreciate that."

   *****

   Estaban Rodriquez was listening on his phone.  It had been two weeks
since they started to look for Willy Tamarack.  And during that time more
and more of his weed was showing up in the "Strip" hotels and Las Vegas but
nobody had seen nor heard of him.  Estaban asked several questions and
received several negative replies.

   He instructed his people to hire more lookers...Offer a reward.  Find
the son of a bitch.  He slammed his phone shut and tossed it on to the desk
top.  Culican was not going to be happy about this.  He got up and headed
to the kitchen to get a beer.

   His people informed him that Tamarack must be growing on a huge scale to
produce the amounts that they've seen going through the hotels.  And while
the police know it's there, there's not many busts on the "Strip." And the
amounts they're charging !!

   *****

   November 2010

   One of those home delivery trucks was parked in front of the garage. 
The door was up and two women, looked like a mother and daughter, were
carrying boxes and boxes of food stuffs into the garage.  The young one was
packing a couple of freezers with frozen food stuffs.  It took them over
half an hour to get it all out of the truck.  The driver even helped.

   The older woman gave him a twenty dollar tip and the driver was a happy
camper as he made his way back to the grocery store in Henderson.  I came
out of the bushes with one of the AKs dangling from my shoulder.  Amanda
was lowering the garage door.  I trotted up the driveway to the north shore
road and took a look around as I crossed the road.  I squatted behind some
large tumble weeds across the road and smoked a bowl.  Three single cars
came by heading to their homes further northeast of our place.

   It was past dusk before I made my way back to the Villa.  The girls were
watching the flat screen.  I sat down with my laptop and connected to the
cameras set up in the Henderson Industrial Zone through the internet.  I
spent a while looking at the farms.  I sent email to the Carlinos
complementing them on the new farm.  They'd found some industrial strength
parking lot lights and the place was taking off.  The original farm was
just switching over to twelve on, twelve off.  Next time around we'd be
producing over a hundred pounds for two months straight and that wasn't
counting the Villa's grow rooms.

   I sent another encrypted email to Dudley instructing him to start
gathering some cash.  You never can tell.  When things look the best is
often when the shit hits the fan.  I'd learned that from past history.

   *****

   Lance Hamilton walked out of his superior's office.  The word had come
down.  Instead of heading to his own office he took the elevator down
stairs and visited the D.E.A.  coordinator's office.  He spent over two
hours "coordinating" with a special agent.  He didn't get back to his
office until well after night fall.

   He paged through his numbers and pressed talk.  The phone started
ringing.  Five rings now and Lance was ready to hang up.

   I was breathless, coming up from down stairs.  "Yea..."

   "Willy ?" Lance asked.

   "Yea, it's me.  What's up ?" I was suspicious.

   "Some people back here want you to set up a meeting with Culican. 
They're concerned about some bad guys coming north with weapons and fucking
up the holidays.  I need a favor, buddy, you owe me.  Plus I hear they're
looking for you.  This kills two birds with one stone, amigo."

   "I rather think they want to kill me, Lance.  Hope I'm not one of the
birds."

   *****

   Snake Edwards picked up and coded the satellite phone.  The number was
not familiar.  He put the phone to his ear.

   "Mister Edwards, my name is Lance Hamilton.  I work for Uncle Sam. 
Sources tell me you are associating with Willy Tamarack.  Sources also tell
me this association may bring some difficulties to your business model in
the near future.  I'm calling to inform you that I'm able to rid you of
these difficulties if you can give me the exact location where Mister
Tamarack is hiding out."

   Snake Edwards didn't know what to say.  Just this morning Carlos
informed him the Carlino brothers could produce weed by themselves.  It
appeared Willy Tamarack might just have become expendable !?

   [continued in]

   "The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack"

   Part Twenty-eight
   "Captured In Mazatlan" 

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