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is going to be interesting.”
    By the time he finished talking to Pappy D,
he was shaking his head and wanting the drugged up fucker to run
across his path soon. He looked at Leech.
    “Well you heard what he said. The reason I
put him on speaker is because you all think I’m shitting you when I
say talking to him is like talking to one of the gators in that
swamp those boys play in. Brains about the same size too. We might
have to deal in a harsher way with them this time, they have
ambitions.”
    Leech nodded. “Yeah, ‘Causin’ we be in ta
ways of the Swamp Kings progress.” He mimicked the voice of Pappy
D. “I swear, man, it was all I could do not to laugh out while that
mumble-mouth tried to speak English. Damn shame he’s hiding in that
stinking swamp if you ask me.”
    The two men shared a laugh, and Baron left
for home. Gunner and Stretch were already there. And he was looking
forward to sitting in his recliner after dinner and pulling her
little ass down onto his lap. The thought stayed with him as he
backed his bike out of the parking spot in front of the club.
    Leech went into the bar and Myrtle set up his
favorite beer when she saw him headed her way. He took the barstool
next to Burger and gave him the rundown on their nemesis, the Swamp
Kings.
    Tank, Skids, and Joker were hanging out
looking bored, so Leech and Burger walked over to a large table so
the others could be in on the conversation. The Swamp Kings, better
known as the Swamp Rats, were hated by the brothers in Lucifer’s
Breed.
    Tank didn’t have a lot to say, the man was
almost as quiet as John normally was, but Skids made up for any
slack in the vocal denouncement of the Swamp Rats. “We should’a
capped all of them blue balled jug fuckers last year when we had
the chance.”
    They all agreed that it was going to take
more than a polite request for the Rats to sacrifice one of their
own.
    Tank started smirking, and began to laugh.
That was unusual enough, but his plan to deal with the Rats was
perfect.
    “How about we catch a few of those ol’ boys
and keep them as guests for a while? Torment them sons-a-bitches,
keep ‘em blindfolded and scared. I can see them now, gather them in
the blocks, keep ‘em chained like dogs, and wait ‘til someone
notices they’re gone. It shouldn’t take long, maybe a week or
so.”
    Burger was rubbing his moustache and
thinking. “Easy enough to do, the little fuckers think respect is
just a word they ain’t heard before. They’re always in town causing
shit with people. We feed them good while we have them, tell them a
man should have a full belly before he gets dead. They’re mostly
dopers anyway, won’t eat much, ‘specially when we slip one or two
out of the mix, and his buddies think they got the bullet that’s
coming to them.”
    Leech grinned and laughed. “You are some sick
motherfuckers, makes me proud to ride with you. What say we go find
our first Swamp Rat?”
    They got up and headed for the door leaving
the table full of empties and a few scattered people wondering what
that pack of jokesters were up to.
    *****
    John left the club and went home to take care
of a few things before he went back to the bar. His place was in
the middle of twenty acres of hardwoods, rocks, and wildlife. This
was his sanctuary when people became too fucking much for him to
deal with. Knowing he planned to bring a stranger here made him
pause while slapping the clip in his favorite Colt Semi Auto .45
cal. It was an original, and there had been times it had kept him
alive since he bought it from an old timer shortly after he got
stateside from the Middle East.
    “You dumbass, you had to wait and see what
she needed. You always have to find where you fit, and you found
it, too fuckin’ bad you had to drag ass until she’d been hurt to
man up.” Berating himself just added fuel to the deadly thoughts he
was having. The more he thought, the colder the intent.
    He secured the clip and added two extras