Post by darkman on Mar 29, 2010 8:29:39 GMT -6
Jack Benteen got out of his truck and walked around the front of it. Two of Cash’s hired thugs were standing there waiting for the Ranger. With a very broken English, the long haired Mexican barked at Benteen, “Drop your weapons gringo!” “Not gonna happen hairball…I don’t give up my guns to nobody.”, Benteen responded. Jack could hear the low whine of the helicopter before it crested the butte. Jack tugged the front of his hat down to protect his eyes from the prop wash. “Damn it Cash…”, he muttered, “Always showin’ off..
Cash got out of the chopper when the rotors slowed enough not to kick up so much dust. “BOYS BOYS…Put them guns down. This here’s Jack Benteen…Texas Ranger….and my friend.” Cash threw his arm around Jack’s shoulder and buddied right up to him. “How’s it going’ Jack?” GOD its good to see ya there buddy! Now then…what’s this here meeting about then Jack?” Jack rolled out from under Cash’s arm. “Dammit Cash, you know what this is about. I gotta dead Indian in town who had a bomb and your dope in his pocket. What the hells going on Cash?” “Now Jack…I don’t know nothing about no dead Indi..” “Dammit Cash..cut the crap! Everybody knows that little Mexican Philly was gonna turn on you…that’s why she came to my side of the river…to steer clear of you!” Cash looked down at the ground, “Now Jack, ain’t real smart coming to MY side of the river spoutin’ All this trash. I didn’t kill “her” or send somebody else to do it…HELL Jack…I don’t even know who “SHE” is!” By the way Jack…how’s Serita?
Benteen’s eyes narrowed as he stuck his finger almost in Cash’s nose..”DAMN YOU CASH…YOU LEAVE HER OUTTA THIS!! Stop runnin’ drugs Cash…that’s all I got to say! Jack spun on heel and stormed back to his truck. “Well…say hi to Serita for me Jack!”, Cash chuckled. “Shame…he mumbled to himself.” I’m afraid next time we meet Jack ol’ boy…we gonna have us a killin’.”
Atwater was cruising through the terminal talking trash to every senorita he ran across. “Damn…they grows ‘em fine down here next to the border!” , he said outloud. “Yeah they do brother, but wouldn’t none of them have anything to do with you…” Buck grinned when he heard the voice, “Hello Sergeant Fry.”, Buck said before he even turned around, “Where in the hell have you been?” “ Bahrain, mainly…little jobs here and there…you know the deal.” “Sure do brother…” As the two old soldiers chatted it up, Biddle, Coker and McRose walked up. “Hell…they’ll let anybody back in the country… won’t they boys?” Buck and Luther turned around feigning distain. “Yeah…sure seems that way, Don’t it Luther?” “Sure does Buck…sure does” There was a moment of tense silence as the two groups stared each other down, and a snicker from Coker broke the silence. At that point, all sorts of colorful insults were exchanged along with handshakes and hugs, like lost brothers meeting up for the first time in years. “Enjoying ourselves ladies?”, came the monotone voice from behind the group. The men turned slowly to face Major Hackett. Just getting’ re-aquainted there major.” “Can it Buck. Gentlemen there’s a van outside, if you’re all done making nicey-nice…we’ve got work to do.” “Can you give us a clue here Major, like why you rounded up all us oldtimers?”, queried McRose. Hackett turned on heel and looked at each man before muttering his response. “National Security.” He said softly. The boisterous crew turned suddenly sullen. This was for real…
Cash got out of the chopper when the rotors slowed enough not to kick up so much dust. “BOYS BOYS…Put them guns down. This here’s Jack Benteen…Texas Ranger….and my friend.” Cash threw his arm around Jack’s shoulder and buddied right up to him. “How’s it going’ Jack?” GOD its good to see ya there buddy! Now then…what’s this here meeting about then Jack?” Jack rolled out from under Cash’s arm. “Dammit Cash, you know what this is about. I gotta dead Indian in town who had a bomb and your dope in his pocket. What the hells going on Cash?” “Now Jack…I don’t know nothing about no dead Indi..” “Dammit Cash..cut the crap! Everybody knows that little Mexican Philly was gonna turn on you…that’s why she came to my side of the river…to steer clear of you!” Cash looked down at the ground, “Now Jack, ain’t real smart coming to MY side of the river spoutin’ All this trash. I didn’t kill “her” or send somebody else to do it…HELL Jack…I don’t even know who “SHE” is!” By the way Jack…how’s Serita?
Benteen’s eyes narrowed as he stuck his finger almost in Cash’s nose..”DAMN YOU CASH…YOU LEAVE HER OUTTA THIS!! Stop runnin’ drugs Cash…that’s all I got to say! Jack spun on heel and stormed back to his truck. “Well…say hi to Serita for me Jack!”, Cash chuckled. “Shame…he mumbled to himself.” I’m afraid next time we meet Jack ol’ boy…we gonna have us a killin’.”
Atwater was cruising through the terminal talking trash to every senorita he ran across. “Damn…they grows ‘em fine down here next to the border!” , he said outloud. “Yeah they do brother, but wouldn’t none of them have anything to do with you…” Buck grinned when he heard the voice, “Hello Sergeant Fry.”, Buck said before he even turned around, “Where in the hell have you been?” “ Bahrain, mainly…little jobs here and there…you know the deal.” “Sure do brother…” As the two old soldiers chatted it up, Biddle, Coker and McRose walked up. “Hell…they’ll let anybody back in the country… won’t they boys?” Buck and Luther turned around feigning distain. “Yeah…sure seems that way, Don’t it Luther?” “Sure does Buck…sure does” There was a moment of tense silence as the two groups stared each other down, and a snicker from Coker broke the silence. At that point, all sorts of colorful insults were exchanged along with handshakes and hugs, like lost brothers meeting up for the first time in years. “Enjoying ourselves ladies?”, came the monotone voice from behind the group. The men turned slowly to face Major Hackett. Just getting’ re-aquainted there major.” “Can it Buck. Gentlemen there’s a van outside, if you’re all done making nicey-nice…we’ve got work to do.” “Can you give us a clue here Major, like why you rounded up all us oldtimers?”, queried McRose. Hackett turned on heel and looked at each man before muttering his response. “National Security.” He said softly. The boisterous crew turned suddenly sullen. This was for real…
