Chapter 13
Michael Hunt was speechless. He often got tongue tied, but never before because law enforcement officials had just told him that his prints were on a gun that had been used to kill another human being.
He wasn’t the killing type. Michael knew somebody was trying to frame him and had a pretty good idea who was behind it. But he was clueless as to how they did it.
Michael had borrowed a pistol a couple of months earlier when he was shot at and threatened. But he barely even knew how to use the thing and had forgotten where it was.
Somebody would have had to steal the gun, use it to kill the man and sneak it back in while all the excitement was going on.
Very creative, Michael decided. But his main concern was figuring out a way to get out of this.
“Why did you do it?” asked Agent O’Donnell.
“Do what?” Michael said. He was so perplexed that the question did not sink in.
“Shoot the man,” Agent Jennings said. “Did you…”
“I didn’t shoot anybody.”
“Then how did your fingerprints get on the gun that was used to shoot him?” This was O’Donnell. Michael already didn’t like him.
“I borrowed a gun for a while after people were shooting at me but I put it away and haven’t seen it in weeks.”
The agents looked at each other. “Did you not know that all firearms are supposed to be registered?” Jennings said.
“No, I don’t own the gun. I don’t even want the gun.”
“Hmm,” Jennings said. Michael disliked Jennings almost as much. He never cared for the “hmm” answers.
“You realize that you’re in trouble, right?” O’Donnell said.
“Yeah, but I didn’t do anything. Give me a lie detector test or whatever. I was in my office when the guy was shot and…”
“Did anybody see you there?”
“Not until the cop and Squiggy and Mule showed up. That’s when I saw the guy running away. You know, the guy who shot the police chief. Why would he do that?”
“We do not know. But back to you…did you have a problem with the man?” Jennings said.
“I didn’t know him. I found him.”
“Right,” O’Donnell said. “And you knew where to find him. Right?”
“Wrong. Ask the sheriff. We looked all over the building before…”
“Well, nobody who had just killed somebody would want to take the police right to the body,” Jennings said. “Right?”
“I guess. You’ll have to talk to somebody who actually killed somebody. I wouldn’t know. I didn’t kill the guy.”
“Hmm.” This time it was O’Donnell. Michael wanted to growl. “And what about Mister Anson? Did you kill him also?”
“No, I didn’t kill him. I also didn’t trip over him and break my wrist just to cover it up. Everybody who looked at that said he was shot from across the lake. I was just meeting him.”
“Then how did the rifle wind up in the back of your truck?” O’Donnell said.
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The window to the cabin was quickly fixed. In fact, it was done within thirty minutes after Jimmy Don broke it.
By seven the following morning, heavy equipment was clearing an area surrounding the land. As soon as one area was cleared, men would start working on digging holes for a fence that would keep out trespassers. The fence was built of pipe welded together. There was also a gate built at the front of the property.
While all this was going on, work commenced on a new building. The men roughed in the plumbing and started laying down the forms for the foundation. More guards were brought in to make sure nobody else would try and cause any problems. These guards were both armed and knew how to use them.
There were now over fifty people in place. That total would double as soon as the building was finished and there was room for everybody.
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High on a hill to the east, a man watched all this activity through the best binoculars that could be bought. He was the one who had saved Jimmy Don from the dogs. He didn’t have any allegiance to Jimmy Don, just felt like anybody who was opposing these people could use as much help as possible.
He had been watching for weeks, positive that nobody knew where he was located. The man could feel the presence before a word was spoken.
“So there you are,” the man heard somebody say from behind him. There was something poking in his back. Something much more dangerous than a stick.
----
It was almost too late before Mule saw the knife arcing toward him. He was offended by this. Mule jumped to the side as the knife sliced into his favorite shirt.
“Hey, butt munch!” Mule said. “You cut my shirt!”
Albert switched the knife from one hand to the other and back and forth. He was trying to catch the big lug off guard and was doing a pretty good job. He lunged at the man, who stepped away from the knife and grabbed Albert by the arm.
Mule used Albert’s arm to toss the man to the ground. Albert was stunned. He didn’t expect the man to know how to defend himself.
Albert brushed the dirt off his pants as he stood. “Not bad,” he said.
“Yep!” Mule said. “I watch the pro rasslin!”
“Is that right?”
“Yep. I learned a lot of moves from the little guys.”
Albert tried to circle around Mule. “The midgets?”
“Yeah, they’s exciting.”
Albert plunged again. This time, Mule grabbed the man’s wrist and quickly twisted it behind Albert’s back. His arm was twisted bad enough that the knife dropped to the ground. Mule applied enough pressure to drive Albert to the ground.
“That’s my favorite move,” Mule said.
Albert knew he had underestimated the man. He relaxed, hoping the big guy would follow suit. Mule did, for just a second.
It was all it took. Albert kicked Mule in the leg, the same one that had been broken earlier in the year. Mule fell to the ground, holding his injured leg.
“Ouch!” he said. “You done kicked my broke leg.”
Albert regained his footing and grabbed his knife. He was tired of messing with this idiot. It was time for a little slice and dice and then get back to business. He was within a yard of the man when Albert heard the click from behind him.
He knew that sound all too well.
“You just best stop right there,” said Squiggy, who had his gun pointed right at the man’s head. Albert turned around to see Squiggy standing only a few feet away, wearing only a pair of boxers and boots that looked like they were made of snake skin. Standing next to him was the woman, wearing the biggest bra Albert had ever seen. He noticed her belly fat lapping over a pair of granny panties.
Albert about got sick. Mule continued to writhe in pain. “He done busted my broke leg, Squiggy!”
“That right?” Squiggy said. “Look what you done to my bud.”
He waited until Albert looked down at Mule. Squiggy wheeled his gun around and used the butt of the gun to ram it in the man’s face. Albert saw stars for a brief second and then darkness.
He wasn’t the killing type. Michael knew somebody was trying to frame him and had a pretty good idea who was behind it. But he was clueless as to how they did it.
Michael had borrowed a pistol a couple of months earlier when he was shot at and threatened. But he barely even knew how to use the thing and had forgotten where it was.
Somebody would have had to steal the gun, use it to kill the man and sneak it back in while all the excitement was going on.
Very creative, Michael decided. But his main concern was figuring out a way to get out of this.
“Why did you do it?” asked Agent O’Donnell.
“Do what?” Michael said. He was so perplexed that the question did not sink in.
“Shoot the man,” Agent Jennings said. “Did you…”
“I didn’t shoot anybody.”
“Then how did your fingerprints get on the gun that was used to shoot him?” This was O’Donnell. Michael already didn’t like him.
“I borrowed a gun for a while after people were shooting at me but I put it away and haven’t seen it in weeks.”
The agents looked at each other. “Did you not know that all firearms are supposed to be registered?” Jennings said.
“No, I don’t own the gun. I don’t even want the gun.”
“Hmm,” Jennings said. Michael disliked Jennings almost as much. He never cared for the “hmm” answers.
“You realize that you’re in trouble, right?” O’Donnell said.
“Yeah, but I didn’t do anything. Give me a lie detector test or whatever. I was in my office when the guy was shot and…”
“Did anybody see you there?”
“Not until the cop and Squiggy and Mule showed up. That’s when I saw the guy running away. You know, the guy who shot the police chief. Why would he do that?”
“We do not know. But back to you…did you have a problem with the man?” Jennings said.
“I didn’t know him. I found him.”
“Right,” O’Donnell said. “And you knew where to find him. Right?”
“Wrong. Ask the sheriff. We looked all over the building before…”
“Well, nobody who had just killed somebody would want to take the police right to the body,” Jennings said. “Right?”
“I guess. You’ll have to talk to somebody who actually killed somebody. I wouldn’t know. I didn’t kill the guy.”
“Hmm.” This time it was O’Donnell. Michael wanted to growl. “And what about Mister Anson? Did you kill him also?”
“No, I didn’t kill him. I also didn’t trip over him and break my wrist just to cover it up. Everybody who looked at that said he was shot from across the lake. I was just meeting him.”
“Then how did the rifle wind up in the back of your truck?” O’Donnell said.
------
The window to the cabin was quickly fixed. In fact, it was done within thirty minutes after Jimmy Don broke it.
By seven the following morning, heavy equipment was clearing an area surrounding the land. As soon as one area was cleared, men would start working on digging holes for a fence that would keep out trespassers. The fence was built of pipe welded together. There was also a gate built at the front of the property.
While all this was going on, work commenced on a new building. The men roughed in the plumbing and started laying down the forms for the foundation. More guards were brought in to make sure nobody else would try and cause any problems. These guards were both armed and knew how to use them.
There were now over fifty people in place. That total would double as soon as the building was finished and there was room for everybody.
------
High on a hill to the east, a man watched all this activity through the best binoculars that could be bought. He was the one who had saved Jimmy Don from the dogs. He didn’t have any allegiance to Jimmy Don, just felt like anybody who was opposing these people could use as much help as possible.
He had been watching for weeks, positive that nobody knew where he was located. The man could feel the presence before a word was spoken.
“So there you are,” the man heard somebody say from behind him. There was something poking in his back. Something much more dangerous than a stick.
----
It was almost too late before Mule saw the knife arcing toward him. He was offended by this. Mule jumped to the side as the knife sliced into his favorite shirt.
“Hey, butt munch!” Mule said. “You cut my shirt!”
Albert switched the knife from one hand to the other and back and forth. He was trying to catch the big lug off guard and was doing a pretty good job. He lunged at the man, who stepped away from the knife and grabbed Albert by the arm.
Mule used Albert’s arm to toss the man to the ground. Albert was stunned. He didn’t expect the man to know how to defend himself.
Albert brushed the dirt off his pants as he stood. “Not bad,” he said.
“Yep!” Mule said. “I watch the pro rasslin!”
“Is that right?”
“Yep. I learned a lot of moves from the little guys.”
Albert tried to circle around Mule. “The midgets?”
“Yeah, they’s exciting.”
Albert plunged again. This time, Mule grabbed the man’s wrist and quickly twisted it behind Albert’s back. His arm was twisted bad enough that the knife dropped to the ground. Mule applied enough pressure to drive Albert to the ground.
“That’s my favorite move,” Mule said.
Albert knew he had underestimated the man. He relaxed, hoping the big guy would follow suit. Mule did, for just a second.
It was all it took. Albert kicked Mule in the leg, the same one that had been broken earlier in the year. Mule fell to the ground, holding his injured leg.
“Ouch!” he said. “You done kicked my broke leg.”
Albert regained his footing and grabbed his knife. He was tired of messing with this idiot. It was time for a little slice and dice and then get back to business. He was within a yard of the man when Albert heard the click from behind him.
He knew that sound all too well.
“You just best stop right there,” said Squiggy, who had his gun pointed right at the man’s head. Albert turned around to see Squiggy standing only a few feet away, wearing only a pair of boxers and boots that looked like they were made of snake skin. Standing next to him was the woman, wearing the biggest bra Albert had ever seen. He noticed her belly fat lapping over a pair of granny panties.
Albert about got sick. Mule continued to writhe in pain. “He done busted my broke leg, Squiggy!”
“That right?” Squiggy said. “Look what you done to my bud.”
He waited until Albert looked down at Mule. Squiggy wheeled his gun around and used the butt of the gun to ram it in the man’s face. Albert saw stars for a brief second and then darkness.
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