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   Chapter Six
   Julio gave Janelle his shirt, when she put in on, it came just below her
butt and she smiled at her three friends as she flipped her shirt tail and
showed her butt.
   Steve and Julio led Crystal and Janelle out through the brushy part of
the forest, the way they had come in; Dog, Uno and Bravo were right with
them the whole way.  There were vehicles coming and going in the gravel
road, the radios were blaring constantly as the officers kept in touch and
informed the arriving officers of what was happening and where all their
men were, trying eliminate any chance of accidental friendly fire here in
the darkness.
   Sheriff Cole had told the deputy to call the Arkansas State Police and
there were three ASP patrol cars arriving at the scene now, he heard his
dispatcher talking to them as they pulled up.
   When Steve and Julio had the girls in the truck, he lowered the tailgate
on the tall truck and patted the side.
   "Dog, Mount up, Uno Bravo, Mount up," he called to the pups too, they
followed Dog into the truck, he wasn't sure if it was because he told them,
or they just followed Dog.
   He turned the wheels and gunned the truck as they crossed the road
ditch, driving out into the field, circling the wreck, and the emergency
vehicles.  He drove back onto the road and headed toward home.  When they
arrived, the place looked like they had just left it.  He drove his truck
down beside the cabin, where the road that circles the property comes out,
there were no signs of anyone being here.  He knew they would have had to
arrive after Dog and the pups left or they would still be here.
   "Janelle, are you and Crystal positive you're both alright?" Steve
asked.
   "I'm fine Steve, I promise.  I knew you and Julio would be there, I
wasn't even worried when that son of a bitch started ripping my clothes
off; I saw three pairs of eyes glowing in the dark and I knew who they
belonged to," Janelle said, her voice quivering and she laughed quickly,
trying and cover it.
   "I didn't see them until that son of a bitch slapped me to the ground,
then Uno and Bravo were nothing but shadows crossing in the beam of the
spot light above me when I looked up, I never was so happy to see those two
wild-ass little pups, as right then," Crystal said.
   They all wanted a cold beer to help settle them down, but stopped at one
each, until they were sure the sheriff and his men had things under control
out there, they didn't want to be drinking if they had another run in with
the goon squad from Arizona.  From what they'd heard from the deputies and
the sheriff, there were still four more of them out here somewhere, and
according to what Becky Larson had told them.
   Steve and Julio were still painted, except for their arms and faces from
earlier in the day.  They started painting their arms and faces now. 
Crystal started putting her paint on too, she wanted to be involved in what
ever happened.  She knew that if the other four members of the gang came
back, after the sheriff and his men had cleared out, Steve and Julio would
take them out, she wanted to be a part of it.  She was trembling with
excitement and she was horny as hell.
   "Shit, show me how to finger paint on my body too, I love the way that
looks on your titties Crystal," Janelle said.
   Crystal had stripped naked to start her painting and Janelle pulled
Julio's shirt over her head.  After watching Crystal, Julio and Steve paint
themselves; she started putting camo paint on her breasts, belly and
thighs. Crystal painted Steve's back while Janelle painted Julio's, they
switched and soon had each other painted, waiting a few minutes for the
fast drying paint to set.  Steve and Julio pulled on camo pants and their
rubber boat shoes.  Crystal and Janelle grinned and pulled camo shirts over
their big titties and walked to the mirror to let Janelle see how she
looked.
   She was affected the same way Crystal was the first time, she was wet
and she was horny.  She was thrilled to see herself this way and raised her
shirt to look at her huge camo painted titties.  She smiled and then
laughed at herself with her white teeth showing on her camo face.
  
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   "Uncle Albert, are you sure that attorney from up there in Arkansas can
be trusted, it's been an hour now, and they've not shown their faces.  You
think Joe and Jack made him a better offer to help them?" Al Barrow asked
his Uncle Albert as they waited for the others to meet them in front of the
BestWay Motel and Lounge off exit 55 on I-40 in Clarksville, Arkansas.
   "We've used him before, he belonged to a small group that called
themselves 'The Hillbilly Mafia' years ago.  He was the link to the local
law enforcement, he still has connections, he'll be here," Albert Barrow
told his impatient nephew.
   Hell if that boy would just grow up and settle down some and stop
chasing pussy, he'd be the perfect replacement when he decided to step
down.
   Albert Barrow was the self proclaimed direct descendant of Clyde Barrow,
of the famous Bonnie and Clyde duo.
   Uncle Chestnut Albert Barrow; Uncle Albert, as all his friends, family,
associates and especially his women called him, was sure he was the grand
son of Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow.  Clyde Barrow's middle name was
Chestnut, how else would he ever have gotten a name like that?
   He had spent a lot of time and a lot of money on detectives, searching
for the truth, just for personal satisfaction.
   He had worked his way up to be a well respected member of the group
known in close circles as the Tucson Advance Banking Association.  TABA was
a cash advance group that dealt in lending money and collecting it.  Hiding
more than they reported, dealing with drug cartels in Mexico, for twenty
percent of the take on their cash transfers to Nogales, across the border.
It was safer to do wire transfers to food distributors than it was to
smuggle large amounts of money across.  Uncle Albert had connections in
high places and it paid to do business with Uncle Albert.
   He had set up the Amalgamated Food Distribution Services as a front and
used his huge warehouses to receive, store and ship large shipments of
'Food' all over the southwest, into Mexico and even South America.  Dealing
with the governments of the South American countries was a very profitable
business also.
   Now, he had lost a shipment of food, a thirty million dollar shipment to
be exact.  His nephew Al, had hired two brothers, that had a small time
detective service, to track down the shipment.  They had royally fucked the
operation up good now and here he was in fucking Clarksville, Arkansas,
waiting on the attorney, P.T.  Collinger.
   P.T.  was supposed to escort Jack and Joe Adamson down here so he and
his own men could take custody and keep them from fucking up anymore than
they already had.
   When Jack and Joe had called Al and told him they were in Arkansas with
a good lead on the lost shipment, Al had started backtracking the two and
had driven out to Steven Randall's trailer, outside the town limits of
Strawberry, in Gila County Arizona.
   They told him that they had to kill Steven Randall before they could
talk to him, that alone should have been enough for Al to take them off the
case.
   At the trailer, Al had found a preprinted UPS shipping label, taken from
Amalgamated, that had been marked over with a marker pen and changed to the
address at the trailer.  The only problem was, the fool had put AR instead
of AZ on the label.
   Now he and Uncle Albert were here with Brody and Hallerman to try and
get some leads and some answers.
   "Here they are Uncle Albert, I see Joe and Jack getting out of that
white vehicle and here comes Brody and Hallerman back from the restroom
too," Al told his uncle.
   "It's about damn time you showed up, we've been waiting for an hour,"
Albert Barrow said as he stepped out to meet them.
   "Sorry Mr.  Barrow, we got turned around in Conway and took the wrong
road, we lost close to an hour there," P.T.  Collinger said as they shook
hands.
   "Hey Al, we're sorry about getting things screwed up over there in that
hillbilly town," Jack Adamson said.
   "Both of you get your asses in Uncle Albert's vehicle and shut the fuck
up," Al scolded them, for his uncle's benefit.
   "P.T.  we have a little side trip to make, you want to tag along, I
could pay you handsomely for your assistance for a few hours work, it would
double what you're getting for the legal matters," Uncle Albert said.
   "Count me in, who are we going to kill?" he said jokingly.
   "Just another hillbilly named Steven Randall, from what the shipping
label says," Albert Barrow said.
   "Hey look Albert, I was just kidding, about killing someone," P.T. 
said.
   "We're not and you're too deep in this to stop now, I'm going to see you
kill some redneck so you can't rat on anyone."
   "Now see here Albert Barrow, I'm a respected attorney back home, you
can't talk to me this way."
   "Get your ass in with us; Al, you drive P.T.'s vehicle, lets get this
show on the road; Hallerman, you got that Johnson County Property Map?"
   "Yeah Boss, it's in my vehicle."
   "You lead then, when we get out of town, stop somewhere out of the way
and we'll get more information from that man and his wife, if we rough her
up enough, he'll talk, they always do."
   When they came to Minnow Creek Cemetery, Hallerman turned in and drove
to the back.
   They all got out and Brody and Hallerman got the man and woman out on
the ground, with the headlights shining on them.
   "Get her clothes off, P.T.  wants some pussy, don't you P.T?" Albert
Barrow said.
   "Albert, this has gone way too far, all you hired me for was to post
bail for these two and get them down here to meet you and your nephew, I'll
have no part in a rape and a killing."
   "Then you'll die right here."
   "Look Albert, we can't do this to that woman."
   "Drop your pants and get it up or you'll die here in the graveyard."
   Becky Larson had heard what they were talking about, she was naked now,
they had torn her clothes off her.  Jerry had been beaten until he was
unconscious, now they were pouring bottles of water on him to wake him up.
He was bleeding from his nose and ears, she knew they were going to kill
them both and neither of them even knew why.
   "Mr.  Larson, do you see your pretty young wife over there?" Albert
Barrow asked as he slapped Jerry.
   "You son of a bitch, I'll kill you," Jerry said as he was raised to look
at his wife, naked and bruised as she was bent across a tombstone.
   "Tell us where the money is and we'll let you and your wife walk right
out of this cemetery." Hallerman told him.
   "Listen, I've already told you, I have no idea what you're talking
about, I drive for UPS I don't know anything about any money," Jerry said.
   "We know you drive for UPS, we found that out when we complained about a
delivery you delivered to a Steven Randall, and it was our money."
   "I'm telling you, I have no idea what you're talking about."
   "Did you deliver to a Steve Randall?"
   "When?  I can't remember all the people I've delivered to, I swear, I
don't know what you're talking about.  Get away from my wife, you sorry son
of a bitch," Jerry said as Brody pulled his cock out and shoved it into her
pussy from behind as she was held across the grave marker.
   "JERRY, PLEASE, HELP ME," she screamed and Jerry tried to get to her.
   Hallerman kicked her in the face as Brody fucked her from behind.
   "We're getting tired Jerry, and your wife won't last much longer like
this, tell us where Steven Randall lives and we'll let you go." Albert
Barrow told him as he pulled his head up and made him watch as Hallerman
now cut Becky across her buttocks with a knife and blood ran down her leg.
   Jerry was thankful now that at last Becky had passed out, her head was
lolled over and her mouth was open, he could see her still breathing and he
knew he had to do something now.
   "What kind of package was it, I don't remember the names, all I remember
are the packages," Jerry screamed.
   "There should have been lots of packages, big packages, heavy packages."
   "I remember ten boxes that weighed 66 pounds each, is that them?"
   "Now we're getting somewhere," Al Barrow said, jerking Jerry's head even
further back than his Uncle Albert had.
   "There was a cabin in the woods, at county road 37011, I remember now,
off county road 3701.  There was a big man with a big dog, it was raining
like hell, now let Becky go."
   "You both can go when we get to the cabin and you tell us that we're at
the right place."
   "You'll let us go, and you won't hurt Becky anymore?"
   "You get us there and you can take your pretty little wife and walk
away."
   "Then go on up Strawberry Loop road and watch for county road 3701,"
Jerry said and passed out.
   "Cut the mother fuckers' throat, we're through with him." Albert Barrow
said.
   "Boss, we better take him with us, what if we get lost or he was lying?"
Hallerman asked.
   "You're right Hallerman, you're a good man, you've got a good head on
you."
   "Load these two in the back of the SUV and lets get our money tonight
and get out of this sewage pond," Al Barrow said and went back to P.T.'s
vehicle and waited while they all loaded up and pulled out.  He started out
of the cemetery and felt the flat tire on the front.  He jumped out and
sure enough, it was flat.  He grabbed his phone and dialed his Uncles
number, it beeped and he looked at the display, no signal.  They were gone
and he was stuck here.  He had never changed a flat tire in his life.  Here
he was, not even knowing how far they were going or where.
   Al Barrow had fallen asleep in the seat, and when he awakened, there
were emergency vehicles going and coming with sirens blaring.  He watched
the procession for over an hour, then saw a car hauler come to the
intersection with Brody and Hallerman's black SUV on it, it had been
wrecked.  They've had trouble, but his Uncle Albert was alright, he just
knew he was.
   He was tired and fell asleep again, waking up close to dawn, with the
light showing in the east now.  He saw three ambulances and a coroners car
pass by.  He saw four Arkansas State Police cars and four county sheriff's
cars pass, all going south, back toward the interstate.
   There had been a bad wreck up there somewhere, he thought.  He decided
to walk back to the interstate now, he sure didn't want to be seen walking
though and kept an eye out for any vehicles as he walked the twenty
something miles back down to the interstate.
   He was in a convenience store getting a bottle of water when two
deputies came in, talking about the six men from Arizona that were killed
up there last night by a man called Stephen Randall and his pack of wild
dogs.
   Al Barrow called a number in Arizona and talked until his battery went
dead.  He bought a charger for his phone and sat in a booth, with his phone
plugged in and called back.  He talked for another thirty minutes, making
two more calls, then hung up.
   He was smiling now, he had help coming, professional help and he
wouldn't have to worry about Joe and Jack fucking things up this time.  He
was going to get revenge and find that Steve Randall and get that money for
himself, no one even knew about it now, but him.
  
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   Crystal and Janelle come back in the living room laughing, when they had
used the bathroom, they were ready to play in the dark now.
   "Steve, I want to thank you for what you did earlier, after this is all
over, I want to get the papers signed and get that place of Ms.  Maudie's
in our name more than ever now," Julio said.
   As soon as Julio said her name, he and Steve looked at each other, they
knew they had to go, there was no way they could call the sheriff on this
one.
   "Girls, get your Beretta's strapped on your asses, get your knives and
lets go, we need to go check on Ms.  Maudie, even with her dogs, that bunch
could get her out the door until one of them went in the back.  Lets go,"
Steve said as he and Julio grabbed night vision goggles from his gun big
cabinet.
   "OH NO, we forgot all about her," Crystal said as they ran from the
cabin.
   "DOG, MOUNT UP," she yelled as they all ran to the pickup.  She didn't
have to tell Uno and Bravo; they were in the pickup by the time Dog was.
   "Steve, how are we going to handle this, not knowing if they have in
fact made it over to Ms.  Maudie's while all this was going on." Crystal
asked as they roared back toward the accident scene.  They could see the
wrecker there at the accident scene now, setting the SUV back upright so
the roll-back truck could load it.
   "The way I see it, we'll drive right up as if we didn't know they were
there, I'll get out when she opens the door.  If she doesn't open the door,
then we'll holler out for her and leave, we'll know they have her; if there
are no dogs, we'll know they either killed them or ran them off shooting at
them.  If the dogs come out and she comes out with her shotgun, then we'll
know she's alone," he reasoned aloud as he sorted through the different
scenario's.
   "What if she comes out without the shotgun and asks you who it is?"
Janelle asked.
   "Then I'll tell her that I came back to pay her the rest of money I had
to go get, she's a smart old cookie, she'll catch on and we'll know by her
answer.  If she tells me that we just need to wait, then I'll go back to
the truck and we'll back out.  Julio and I will bail out and go back;
Crystal, you and Janelle take the truck down the road out of hearing and
bring the young dogs back with you, I'll take Dog in with me."
   "Steve, when she says your name, if they're there, they'll never let you
leave," Julio said.
   "If they open fire, then you and I will have about ten seconds to get in
the house, some way.  If that happens, they'll have the lights out, we'll
have the advantage with the night vision goggles.  Crystal, if there's
anything at all that looks like a trap, you and Janelle bail out of the
truck and get the pups, they've never been in something like this and
they'll get hurt if they try to go in with Dog.  You won't have much time
to move and take cover, you'll have to be quick and make every move count.
Just get to cover and stay down, no matter what," Steve told them, trying
to plan their strategy, no matter what they encountered when they arrived
at Ms.  Maudie's place.
   Steve and Julio put the helmets on, the night vision goggles were made
just like binoculars.  They were mounted on the bracket that came down from
the leather straps on the helmet, with a swivel.  They were made to be
flipped up out of the way, with soft rubber eye pieces that fit around the
eye socket when flipped down.  The helmet fit tightly, with a chin strap
that stretched and cupped the chin.  They were also equipped with audio and
video capability.
   Steve's blood was pumping faster, he was already getting an adrenalin
rush; first of all, he hoped Ms.  Maudie was alone and there was no
trouble.
   But, in way he needed to feel again like he did when he saw Dog and the
pups in action.  Like he did when he looked down the sights of the sniper
rifle and saw a mans head in the cross hairs.  He remembered how he felt,
how he craved the feeling, how he yearned to feel this more and more; one
more time.  He was trained for this, he loved this feeling, he wanted to
make the bad guys scream and cry as he took the life from them for trying
to hurt Crystal and his friends.
   Steve shook his head and tried to clear those thoughts from his mind, he
wanted to make sure he was trying to save someone, rather than trying to
kill again.  The feeling didn't leave though, it never did, until he killed
the person or persons he was after.
   In his mind, he was back in Uno Bravo, he was the hunter, he was the
stalker; he was the killer.  He thought this part of him would go away one
day, and maybe it would if these fucking sons-a-bitches had stayed away
from him and let him forget.
   The doctors told him there would come a day that it would all go away,
but what the fuck did the doctors know, they couldn't see inside his head,
they could only tell him what they had told countless others, just to make
them feel good.  What they didn't know, was that Stephen Everett Randall
was a trained killer, that not only enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, he
thrived on the thrill of the kill.
   "Steve, Steve?" Crystal was yelling at him.
   "Sorry, my mind was on the inside of the cabin, trying to remember what
it looked like, where everything was, if there's trouble, we have to be the
best, we have to take control, and kill them before they kill Ms.  Maudie."
   "Steve, are you alright?" Crystal asked as she looked at his stern face
as they roared down the gravel road.
   "Yeah, sorry Crystal, I'm alright.  We're almost there, does everyone
remember what they're supposed to do, no matter what happens?  Just be
alert to anything that doesn't look right, look into the darkness, they may
be one or more outside."
   "We're with you Steve, we got your back Amigo," Julio said.
   He had never been with Steve on a mission, but he had heard stories of
how he would take out fifteen to twenty men in a matter of minutes, with
guns, knives and his bare hands.  He and Dog, were known by every enemy
combatant in Iraq, they were on every hit list the insurgents had put
together, and he walked away, not them.  They were both wanted dead, not
alive.  They were afraid to take him and Dog alive.
   "OK, here we are, everyone take a deep breath, and remember we're here
to see Ms.  Maudie, we have no idea there may be trouble," he said as he
pulled into the driveway and shut all the lights off, leaving the engine
running.  His heart was beating faster, pumping him full of adrenaline, and
he fed off it.
   Steve stepped out and Julio slipped out on the other side and around the
pickup, as he did.  They both had their Beretta's pulled and the hammer
back, Steve had his hand on his knife as he stepped out and called to Ms.
Maudie.
   "Ms.  Maudie, it's Stephen Randall, I brought the money back that I owe
you for your place here like I said I would, its late but I didn't want you
to think I had forgotten," he was talking loud, all the time he was walking
toward the door, on the opposite side, from where it would swing open.
   He waited, there were no dogs, he saw Julio's shadow next the house
already; Julio knew too.  Dog brushed his leg, his bristles up, like a wire
brush against his leg; Dog knew too.
   "Steve, you did come back, I was about to go to bed when I heard you
come up, I was wondering where all those mangy dogs of mine are, normally
they're howling and raising hell out here when somebody even drives by on
the road out there, come on over and pay me all that money so I can get
some sleep, I need to start packing and be ready when the moving van gets
here to move me down to Little Rock where my son is," she said and Steve
pulled his knife.
   He saw Julio slip around the corner now, he knew he'd have the back
door. Steve bent low and ran to the front window, where he knew the bedroom
was, his gun and his knife in his hands as he leaped through the window
frame, arms extended as he did, his knuckles cut and scratched, his grip on
his gun tighter as he landed across her bed on the splintered window frame
and glass.  Dog followed him through the broken window and went past him,
into the dark hallway.  There was a commotion in the front room and the
automatic weapons opened up, spraying lead out across the yard.
   He heard the roar of his truck as Crystal rammed it in reverse and spun
around backwards in the yard, he heard the sound behind him now and knew
she was backing around the side of the house.  FUCK, that woman is as smart
as she is sexy.
   Steve was in the hallway now and with his night vision goggles he saw
two men, one had Ms.  Maudie, the other was standing, peeping out the front
door.
   "Where did he go, did he come through the window back there or just
throw something through it?"
   "How in the fuck do you think I know?  I cant see a fucking thing out
there now."
   Steve looked down the barrel of the Beretta and pulled the trigger, he
saw the top of the man's head peel back and stick to the wall of the log
cabin.  He watched it slide to the floor like a bloody rat running down the
wall, when the 9mm hollow point split his skull.  He swung to the man that
held Ms.  Maudie and pulled the sights down tight and squeezed the trigger,
he saw her hair come down from where she had it tied in a bun.  The man's
right eye exploded when the 9mm hollow point hit his eye socket.  He saw
the man crumble and fall to the floor behind Ms.  Maudie.
   Steve heard a crash and turned to see Dog, as he pulled the throat from
a man that was hiding behind the old wood stove that stood to the side of
the room.  Dog ate the man's throat, standing right over him in the dim
light, as if taunting his eyes as they locked wide in fear and death.
   "Ms.  Maudie, you alright?" Steve asked and she knew it was him there
with her.
   "Hell yeah I'm alright, I was just about to beat the shit out of all of
them when you hollered.  Then, I figured you could get your fists busted up
and I wouldn't have to, so I waited," she tried to laugh it off.
   "I knew you'd be back Steve.  Somehow, I just knew you would," she cried
and ran to him in the dark room and grabbed him, sobbing and bawling, her
breath coming in big shaky sobs as she tried to get her lungs to take air.
   "How many were in here with you?" he asked as she held him tight.
   "There was three in here and one more out there shootin' at my dogs in
the yard before you got here."
   Steve heard three shots from the Beretta out back and knew Julio had
downed one more.
   "AMIGO?" Steve yelled.
   "SI, Amigo, are we safe in there?"
   "We are for now, how about the girls?"
   "They're here with me, about to break my arm to get loose to come to see
about you and Ms.  Maudie."
   "Send them in, they need to calm Ms.  Maudie down some."
   "Steve, my God, I was so afraid, I just knew when I saw you and Dog fly
through that window you were both going to be cut to pieces and Lord knows
what else when you got in here," Crystal said, crying as she hugged him and
Ms.  Maudie, who hadn't loosened her grip on his waist since she locked
onto him.
   "I'm alright, you and Janelle get some more lights on and take care of
Ms.  Maudie.  Julio and I need to search these three and see what we can
find out, when the law gets here, they'll take over and everything will be
a secret," Steve said.
   When Janelle found the light switch and turned the lights on, everyone
was trying to adjust to the bright light.  Uno and Bravo came running in
and pounced on the body of the man by the stove, tearing into the hole in
his throat, thirsty for blood.
   "Stop them Crystal," Steve said, pointing to them.
   "Uno, Bravo, come to momma, babies," she said as she stooped to pet them
as Janelle led Ms.  Maudie to the couch.
   Julio and Steve searched the three bodies for anything that would tell
them who they were and where they came from.  They searched all three,
taking all but their drivers license and money, stuffing the rest into
their big pockets on their camo fatigues.
   He and Julio walked out back and did a search on the older man lying in
the dirt.  They took everything from his pockets too, except for his
drivers license and money.
   When they had walked back around front, Steve reached into his pocket;
pulling his cell phone out, he called 911.
   "911; is this an emergency?"
   "Yes, sort of, can you somehow patch me through to Sheriff Cole please?"
Steve said.
   "Hold on, I'll get his dispatcher on the phone, just hold and I'll
transfer your call."
   "Dispatch, can I help you?"
   "Yes, I need to speak to Sheriff Cole, can you patch me through?"
   "Are you the one that called in on the police radio earlier, about that
mess up on Strawberry Loop Road?" the dispatcher asked, recognizing the
voice that had barked at her with authority, and even scared her over the
phone.
   "I'm the one, I'm Stephen Randall, now get me in touch with the sheriff
if there's a way, if not, tell him to call me on my cell phone, right now,
he has the number."
   "Yes Sir Mr.  Randall, I'll get him right now," she said, glad to get
off the phone with that man.
   Steve had just closed his phone when it rang.
   "Steve here."
   "Steve, the dispatcher called and said you needed to talk to me, are you
and the others alright?  Where are you?  I stopped at your house and you
were gone," Sheriff Cole said as he tried to find out what was going on
now.
   "Sheriff, we're about two miles west of my driveway on Strawberry Loop
road, at Ms.  Maudie Hanners place, we have three more of Arizona's pride
here in her front room and one more out back."
   "Do I need a coroner?"
   "Yes."
   "Damn, somehow I already knew that; I'll be that way immediately, I'll
put a call out and get some deputies and the coroner rounded back up and
started that way, see you in a minute Steve," he said and hung up.
   "Steve, how you going to explain all this to the sheriff, man?" Julio
asked his friend, as they stood in the front yard now, waiting.
   "Julio, you and I know that if we had turned this over to the law, Ms.
Maudie would have been the first to die.  I'm just going to tell the
sheriff the truth, he's a smart man, he can figure out what we did was the
only way that woman in there was going to survive this," Steve explained.
   "You and I know that, but do you really think he will, I mean I
understand that you know him better than me.  But where you've been trained
to take out the bad guys, and do it as fast as you can, no matter the cost;
he's been trained to do it by the books.  Steve his books aren't even in
the same library as yours," Julio said.
   "He lost a son in special ops, so I'm banking on his knowledge of how it
works, to understand what we did and why.  If he does that, then he can
tell the media and the rest of the world that we were justified in what we
did, we were just checking on a friend and recognized the fact that she was
in danger.  Then when it went down, we had to do what was right at the
time, we didn't have time to call him or anyone else."
   "Steve, we might oughta take these night vision goggles off, don't you
think?" Julio said as the sheriff came roaring toward them on the dusty
gravel road.
   It was only 11:30, Friday night before the 4th of July, but the
fireworks had started early this year.
   "Here, Julio, and thanks again Amigo," Steve said and handed Julio his
helmet with the night vision goggles attached.
   They were still painted up, even Crystal and Janelle were painted up;
hell the sheriff would just have to understand that they were friends,
spending a holiday weekend together, having fun and painting up to show the
girls how they did it way back when it was real.
   No one asked for the trouble here tonight, no one invited the members of
some small time mafia from Arizona to come in here on their land and start
killing and causing a ruckus.
   Fuck'em all.
   Sheriff Cole came into the driveway, sliding to a stop as he saw Steve
and Julio standing there all painted up in camo, guns strapped on their
hips and smoking a long cheroot.
   "Steve, what in the hell are you and Julio all painted up for, was this
a raid or something?" he asked as he walked closer, looking at Steve like
he was from another planet or something.
   "Sheriff, Julio and Janelle are friends of Crystal and me, we were just
kicking back on a Friday night, getting ready to celebrate the 4th with
some Bar B Que and some beer when all this shit started up.  Julio and I
wanted to get the girls to paint up with us and have some fun.  When we got
home earlier, we were glad that you and your men were here to clean up a
mess those goons started.
   We got to thinking about Ms.  Maudie and felt like we just needed to
come check on her, we were here earlier and Julio had made a deal to buy
her place.  We were concerned for her, with all the shit was happening
around here."
   They had walked inside now and Sheriff Cole saw the three bodies lying
on the floor.  He saw Crystal and Janelle all painted up, still trying to
get Ms.  Maudie Hanner to calm down, they had called her daughters house
and her granddaughter was on the way out here.
   As Steve told him the events of the night, he stood looking around the
room at the three dead man and the blood on the wall.
   "Sheriff, when we got here, we knew there was something wrong.  Ms. 
Maudie's got at least six dogs here and they raise hell when a car even
passes by; the dogs were nowhere to be seen.  I told everyone to get ready,
something was wrong.  When I got out, I hollered at Ms.  Maudie, told her
my name and that I was back to pay her that money I owed her.  I didn't owe
her any money Sheriff, she caught on and played along, telling me she was
glad and that she needed to get packed so she could move to Little Rock
with her son."
   "She doesn't have a son Sheriff, she has a daughter and a granddaughter
and that's all, they live in Clarksville and she was about to move in with
them."
   "Dog and I went through that bedroom window back there and Julio went
around back; the bunch from Arizona was inside and started spraying the
yard with automatic weapons fire.  When I got in the house, I killed two
men, one had Ms.  Maudie by her throat, the other was shooting at Crystal
and Janelle out in the yard.  Dog killed the man over there by the stove
and Julio killed one out in the back yard."
   "My God Steve, you and Julio are a two man swat team, along with Dog
that is.  We'll need to get statements from all of you, about all that's
happened up here.  Ms.  Maudie too, will you please keep her at your house
tonight?  We'll put two deputies out on the road at your driveway entrance
if you like."
   "We'll keep her with us, and forget about your deputies Sheriff, no
offense, but they'd just get in the way if something else went down up
here."
   "I hope you understand, we're going to be investigated by the ASP about
all this, it's normal procedure in multiple killings like this, I hope you
know that.  They'll be asking all sorts of questions and they too, will
want statements from all of you, just tell it like it happened, I wish we
had a video of this one, I'd like to have been here," Sheriff Cole told
him, then smiled.
   Steve looked at Julio as they made eye contact, Julio nodded and went
out to the truck.
   "I got no problem with the law, as long as you and the State Police know
that a man's got a right to defend his property and his friends too when
pushed to it."
   "We know that Steve, and as bad as all this looks, you and the others
didn't go looking for trouble, it came to you, the law can't fault a man
for protecting what's his."
   "Sheriff, Julio and I were messing with my night vision goggles back at
the cabin, showing Crystal and Janelle all about them; when we thought of
Ms.  Maudie, we had them on.  We brought them with us."
   "I can see that happening, but what does that add to your story?"
   "They have audio and video capability," Steve said and smiled.
   "You mean; are you telling me you and Julio recorded this, that's the
best statement you can make, if it went down like you said."
   "It did Sheriff, I have no reason to lie about what I do."
   "I believe you Steve, will you let me have those tapes?"
   "Here they are Sheriff," Julio said as he dropped the two mini cassettes
into his hand.
   The deputies began arriving and soon the coroner and deputy coroner
arrived and examined the bodies.
   They took pictures of the room, the bodies and their wounds, they
searched the clothes of the dead men and found nothing but drivers license
and money.
   There was another State Police investigative team that arrived and they
too went over each detail of the crime scene, then took statements from all
five of them.
   "Mr.  Randall, we'll be back for more questions when we've gone over all
the evidence and information.  You live near here, is that right?" Sgt. 
McKnight of the ASP asked.
   "Yes Sir, about two miles east, just off this road."
   "We'll probably be back on Monday, but we'll call you before we come, I
hope you'll have those dogs either penned or leashed."
   "They have never known a pen and would tear a leash in half, don't worry
about the dogs, they'll not give you any problems, as long as you don't
touch Crystal or the rest of us."
   "I hope you're right, I'd hate to have one of them on me, did you train
them to attack like that, that's not what I'd call normal guard dogs," he
said.
   "Dog, my big cur over there, was trained with me when I was employed
with Uno Bravo, we were in Baghdad just a few days after 'nine eleven'.  We
were there when our troops got there.  Dog was trained to kill when he saw
I was in danger, and when I told him to.  These pups are his from a feral
bitch, they kill because he does and because it's their nature."
   "When the news media gets hold of this story, there's going to be some
stink raised about all this, I hope you realize that."
   "As long as you and your department report it like it happened and leave
the dramatics out of it, we'll handle whatever comes out of the media, they
won't come on my property, Sir."
   "Mr.  Randall, they will be all over these hills and this forest,
combing the leaves on the ground, flying helicopters over you with cameras
on your cabin and your property for weeks to come, trying to find out more
about you and your dogs."
   "Sgt.  as long as they don't set foot on my place without permission,
they won't bother me, my friends or my dogs.  If they're fools enough to
trespass, they'll have hell to pay.  We'll just do what we do after dark,
there's not a fool on earth brave enough to come upon my dogs in the dark."
   "We'll make sure they all know that; please, as soon as you can, get
posted signs up all over your property lines and all entrances to your
property."
   "They're already in place Sgt.  I know the laws on trespassing in
Arkansas, and there's a fifty year old fence still in place all around this
property, with four posted signs at all entrances, and posting purple
paint, all along the property lines, it's not up to me to do any more than
that.  If you and the sheriff don't want them to get shot or attacked by my
dogs, then keep them out," Steve said and walked away.
   "Sheriff, what do you make of that man, he's sure not the typical
resident of your county, is he?"
   "Sgt.  I suggest you get a complete background check on Stephen Everett
Randall, just as I did and then walk a wide path around him, his friends
and especially his dogs."
   "Could I get a copy of that?"
   "Sure, stop by my office, Steve has nothing to hide and when you read
about that man, you'll have a new respect for what some men do to serve
their country, while you and I try to keep the peace here in our small,
little world."
   "Thanks Sheriff, sounds like he has a fan club of sorts."
   "You'll be one too, just read his files and his annual reviews by his
superiors.  There's even some reports in his files from the top brass in
the CIA, you'll want to read those for sure."
   "Steve, this is about over for now, will you take Ms.  Maudie with you
this time, I don't think anyone in the county will come to your door for a
long while," Sheriff Cole said.
   "We wouldn't have it any other way Sheriff, I apologize for messing up
your fourth, come on by and we'll give you a mess of Bar-b-Que," Steve
said.
   "I would, but my wife and I are going to her family's reunion in a
while, if I ever get home."
   "Come see us sheriff," Steve smiled and the sheriff did too.
   They were almost back to Steve's place when they met a small car,
driving too fast on the gravel road.
   "That's Hannah, stop," Maudie Hanner yelled as she looked up.
   Steve slammed on his brakes as the small car neared and Ms.  Maudie
crawled across him to lean her upper body out the window and wave, calling
her granddaughters name.  The small car skidded sideways when she locked
the brakes up.
   They all piled out of the pickup, after Crystal had told Dog to keep the
pups mounted up, then ran around to meet Hannah.
   Hannah was wearing a pair of mens boxers and a tee shirt, Janelle and
Crystal were wearing tee shirts, Steve and Julio were wearing camo fatigues
and Maudie Hanner was wearing her long flannel gown.
   "Granny, are you alright, are these the friends you were telling me
about, I just know it is they're painted up like they are para-military,
GOD you two look so sexy painted like that, I bet it makes you feel like
you're invincible doesn't it?" she asked Crystal and Janelle.
   "Girl you wouldn't believe just how much it makes you come alive, just
knowing you have it on and when you look down at your naked body, it makes
you feel so horny," Crystal told her.
   "See Crystal, I told you my grand daughter would be just like you and
Janelle, you three would be triplets if she painted up like you two are,"
Maudie Hanner said and laughed, then spit her snuff, wiping her mouth on
the back of her hand.
   "We were just on the way home, turn around and follow us and we can fill
you in on all that's happened in the past 24 hours up here in the sticks,"
Crystal told Hannah.
   "Are you sure, I mean, well Granny what do you think, Mom couldn't get
off today, we could go if you wanted to," Hannah said and they all knew she
wanted to go, even her Granny wanted to go.
   "Get that little old car turned around, Crystal you ride with her, I'm
riding in here with Steve," Maudie Hanner laughed as Crystal and Hannah got
in the car and started turning it around in the road.  They were both
laughing and so happy to meet.
   Hannah O'Brien was tall like Crystal and had huge titties, her hair was
long and as fiery red as Crystals, they looked like sisters, Crystal was 24
and Hannah was 23.  They loved each other as soon as they met.
   "God Crystal, I bet that looks awesome on your body, will you let me
paint up like that one day, shoot, Granny's selling the place now, I
forgot," Hannah said.
   "That's not a problem, come see me, I love to paint up in my camo and
run naked with Steve and our dogs.  Janelle and Julio's buying your
Granny's place and we could all run, with camo body paint and bare-ass
naked as your Granny calls it," Crystal told her.
   "Crystal, are you sure, you better be because I'm excited about meeting
you, do you know we could pass for twins, damn girl you got some hooters,"
Hannah laughed.
   "Look at this Hannah," Crystal said and jerked her camo tee shirt up
over her huge titties and let her see them painted in camo.
   Hannah slammed on the brakes and slid sideways in the road again, she
looked at Crystal and reached out to touch her big titty.
   "Fuck Crystal, I have got to do this, would you mind if I did come back
one day and maybe just spent the day with you and Steve.  Would he mind, I
mean if you and I painted up naked and ran like that, FUCK," Hannah said as
she looked Crystal's huge titties over good.
   "We have this huge cold water pool too, that's about twenty feet below a
waterfall and we dive off into the water and swim naked.  The paint won't
wash off until you use the soap that comes with it, sometimes we wear it
two days at a time.  Steve loves to fuck me with it on, oops.  I shouldn't
have said that, but he does and I love it when he sneaks up on me and just
fucks me from behind like an animal.  I sure wish you lived up here, we'd
have so much fun, with Steve, Julio and Janelle."
   "Crystal, you better hush girl, you make it sound too good."
   "Ask your Granny if she can wait to go back today, she needs to be here
with us anyway, she thinks Steve is a God."
   "I know she does, you should have heard her talking about all of you
last night when she called and told mom and I about Julio and Janelle
wanting to buy her land.  She was telling me she had found me some friends
that loved to get naked like I did and one was a giant of a man that moved
like a big cat.  She said he even made her have shivers, can you imagine my
Granny talking like that, I see what she meant though Crystal, he is built
like a God."
   "Well thank you, he's real quiet until he gets to know you, sometimes
it's like he's lost in his memories, or his memories are haunting him.  I
just love him that much more and he makes me feel so special and so wanted.
I wish I could get inside his skin with him at times.  Then when he and I
paint up like this, I get the feeling I am inside his skin with him and
we're so close," Crystal said, then looked at Hannah.
   "Sorry, I didn't mean to get so deep, but it's the way I feel, and I
love it."
   "I can tell you do and you both are very lucky to have one another."
   "Here we are, I'm going to ask Ms.  Maudie to stay with us for a while,
is your mom waiting on you and her?"
   "Mom's pulling two shifts at the hospital, she goes in, about an hour
from now and gets off at noon tomorrow," Hannah said.
   "Hannah O'Brien, you're going to get naked and get painted and you and
your granny are going to spend the night here with us, we're all going to
eat Bar B Que, drink Coors beer and have a happy 4th of July and kick
anyone's ass that tries to mess it up." Crystal told her.
   "Crystal, we can't do that, I mean, can we really?  Will you let me run
with you and Steve and Julio and Janelle, naked and painted?  God, I am so
wet."
   "Hell yes we will and I know what you mean, my pussy stays wet when I'm
painted, now get your sexy ass out and meet my babies and tell your granny
that you both are staying until in the morning."
   "Janelle, come here, Hannah and I have something to tell you," Crystal
said when they all got out of the two vehicles in the yard.
   "What," Janelle said, running over to be with them, her big titties
bouncing wildly under her camo shirt.
   "OH GOD, Just look at her titties," Hannah laughed.
   "Hannah's mom goes to work in an hour and doesn't get off until noon
tomorrow, she wants to get naked, get painted and run and swim with us, we
need to convince Ms.  Maudie," Crystal said and Janelle jumped up and down
and her huge breasts went wild then.
   "GOD YES, let's do it, Hannah the first time they painted me, I was wet
until Julio fucked me, OOPS, sorry," she laughed.
   "Hannah says fuck too, so we'll all be alike, here, let me see your
pussy Hannah," Crystal said and pulled her boxers out looked down at her
crotch.
   "Look Janelle, she's already one of us," Crystal said as she pulled
Hannah's boxer down past her pussy where she had just a small narrow strip
of blaze red hair above her pussy.
   
  
JRyter's A Country Boy Can Survive Chap. 06