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      "body": "<p><br><p>\n<p><center><a href=\"http://tinypic.com?ref=14tpsg2\" target=\"_blank\"><img src=\"http://i68.tinypic.com/14tpsg2.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Image and video hosting by TinyPic\"></a></center></p>\n<p><h4><center>letters from an empty trailer</h4></center></p>\n<p><br><p><p><br><p>\n<p><h3><center>the Valley of Decision</h3></center></p> \n<p><br><p><p><br><p><p><br><p>\n<p><h6>chapter thirty one</h6></p>\n<p><br><p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\nDraino had two days to prepare, he wanted to make good use of his time. The clearing was now a small shallow lake, and the only place for Red to land safely. Draino had Ryan camouflage the boat and position himself just inside the edge of the jungle, with the 22.  He was to take a bead on any body guards once the copter landed. And take them out if they showed any threatening signs, encase he shot the pilot. While Draino cut open two small shooting windows at the clearing end of the trailer. It was a long hard sweaty job. They practiced it a few times, until they felt comfortable with the maneuver. All Ryan had to do was, keep the camouflage cover looking fresh, and the boat out of sight. <p>\nThe helicopter would be stranded when they landed and totally dependent upon assistance. They would be shooting ducks. Draino’s plan was to shoot Red the moment he showed himself. No talking, no deals. Eventually Red would have to jump into the water that was waste high, making an easy target  Draino had thought about wounding him and giving him the same treatment, Red had given him. But knew Reds resourcefulness and determination, so decided to shoot him on the spot. <p>\nRed preparing for the flight had no idea what was waiting for him out in the jungle. He had set his mind on this last gamble to get out of his dirty business. This had to be tried, because the possibilities were endless if this medical cure actually worked. He knew the amount of jungle cures that had already been synthesized, for patents and the money that was to be made would triple his already tremendous wealth. All Draino had to do now was wait. <p>\nWhy they decided to celebrate then, was beyond even Draino? Perhaps it was all the months of tension, and fear?  And celebrate they did, stupidly firing round after round into the jungle until they had made the surrounding jungle a complete desert wasteland. Every living creature left the area. When they got bored of that, the shooting stopped and the quiet was deafening. Draino even in his drunken stupor noticed the weird silence of the forest. It was like the jungle had finally rejected him. “Fuck You!” was Draino’s answer to the mute forest. <p>\nWhen they came too, it was well into the afternoon, on the day of Reds visit. They were terrified at the amount of alcohol and shell castings they had consumed and wasted. The forest was still quiet, not even a bug made a move, or sound. It was the eeriest thing Ryan had ever experienced in his more than a decade in the jungle.  ‘What kind of a monster is this man, I admire so much?’ thought Ryan. <p>\n“Ok, what’s done is done, we still have plenty more ammo!” Piped Draino. Kicking  shell casings out the doorway, onto the deck below. But Ryan thought Draino’s bravado was just simple whistling in the dark.  He didn't know Draino. <p>\n“Well, not if something goes wrong, or we have to fight our way out. What if we have to paddle our way back to civilization?” stated Ryan bluntly. “We need to drastically cut down on our bullet use.” <p>\n\"What are you, an old fucking woman?\" snapped Draino. \"Never think what ifs, just deal with now!\"\nDraino knew that without bullets they were nothing out there. And knew he’d made a giant mistake. But he also knew the need to release the tremendous pressure that was building in him. He could feel the hate of the jungle growing strong toward him, the feeling was all around him.  Where Ryan flowed with the current and excepted his lot in the jungle. Draino fought it, never excepting his lot. <p>\n Draino climbed down to the dock, knelling, he began splashing water on his face.  Even in the tepid water felt slightly refreshing. Ryan decide to join him, and they both started laughing and splashing each other like kids. <p>\n“We need to get ready now,” Said Draino. “I’ll clean the weapons, you take any supply’s you’ll think you’ll need for a day out there. Ordered Draino. “Red could arrive anytime now, or even tonight in the dark. No more fuck ups!  Continued Draino. “But I would think the pilot would want to land while its still light. So lets get ready?” <p>\n“Ya, I’ve been thinking that as well. I’ve already set provisions in side the cuddy cabin.” Answered Ryan looking and feeling seriously hung over. He knew he wouldn’t do much damage with his 22 pea-shooter. Ryan had never killed anybody knowingly, he knew he had wounded a few natives, that may have succumbed to their wounds. But couldn’t kill a man outright, unless he was defending his life? <P>\nDraino knew this about his partner and planned accordingly. If Red does come with body guards there could only be one. Even wounding one, would greatly reduce the odds. If he died tonight, Red was coming to hell with him. Of that he had no doubts. Just getting Red to come there would have been a great victory to some, but not to Draino. Reds death was his only victory. It even towered over getting out of his hated swamp. After a thorough cleaning of all the guns, he could feel his old killing numbness coming over him. This happened every time he was ordered to kill. <p>\nRyan wanting to save on gas, poled the boat across the clearing. He could hear the radio crackling to life up in the shipping container. <p>\n“Base two come in, over!” Draino didn’t answer. <p>\n “Base two. Over!”  <p>\n“Over” stated Draino, as if his message had being broken up? <p>\n“Has Red arrived, over?”  <p>\n“Negative, over.” Answered Draino.\n“Something wrong! Pilot radioed May Day, over.” <p>\nRyan stood listening out in the middle of the clearing. <p>\n“Red over due, over. Should be there now, over!  Said Les Dickout. <p>\n“Will apprise, over” answered Draino, and switched off the radio. “Somethings fucked!” yelled down Draino from the entrance. <p>\n“Maybe they went down somewhere?” Answered Ryan. <p>\n\"If only, or its some fucking trick?” yelled Draino. “Stick with the plan, get going.” <p>\nBut Draino still felt good hearing this news, as a weird sinister smile cracked across his face. Then quickly disappeared when he realized he would never actually know if Red was dead or not?  <p>\nSuddenly they could hear faint echoes of a helicopter approaching, so faint they both thought they had imagined it. Draino realized that if he hadn’t gotten drunk he would have been ready for Red. <p>\nThen realizing the sounds were real Ryan began poling into position. But there was a terrible grinding noise along with the usual helicopter sounds.  They were defiantly the sounds of distress.  They couldn’t see it, but it was trailing black smoke for miles over the jungle. As it grew louder they could hear the engine, laboring and sputtering, and the grinding noise grew worse. Like it was trying to tear itself to pieces.  <p>\n\n“They’re trying to ditch in the other clearing!” yelled Draino out to Ryan. Now realizing it was very close, “They’ve got the wrong fucking clearing get back over here!” Yelled Draino. “Come on!” Ryan poled as fast as he could, then clearing the debris off the boat he started the powerful motor. Then skillfully slipped past the dock allowing Draino to jumped in with the 3030, and a box of shells. Then took off in the direction of the other clearing. Slowing to maneuver around a giant felled tree stump, the powerful props cutting out billowing clouds of dirty water. <p>\nThey could hear the plane crashing into the swamp. The blades ripping and tearing through jungle. As they slowly motored up the tight pathway to the open clearing they could see the copter on its side, tangled in the under-story.  Draino standing up on the bow couldn’t see anybody in the smouldering mess <p>\n“There!” yelled Ryan, pointing to a body floating in the muddy water. As they approached, Draino used the pole to pull the body closer. Although he couldn’t see the whole face, he knew it wasn’t Red. He shot the man in the skull. But he had seen the face before, as one of Reds top heavies. A real mean man. They looked around but couldn’t see anyone else. As Ryan poled near the torn body of the helicopter he began to feel sick. There was the grisly hacked up remains of some poor soul. It wasn’t Red either. Ryan thought it may have been the pilot. <p>\n“Where are you ya mother fucker? Yelled Draino out-loud in frustration. <p>\n“Help me, Help! Came a very weak sounding voice, from higher in the foliage.  Draino madly looked up, stretching and ducking for a better look. “There!” Cried Ryan. “Up there,” Pointing to a man hanging in the trees. Draino Straining hard and finally saw the dangling man. <p>\n“Is it him?” stated Ryan. <p>\n“I can’t tell, lets push in closer?” <p>\n“Help, help me, came the voice sounding weaker. <P>\n“Ya its him, I could tell that pussy voice anywhere,” yelled Draino Gleefully.\n“You sure?”\n“Hold the boat steady,” Snapped Draino! “Course I’m fucking sure!” Draino moved from the fore-deck into the boat for a better look. Aiming his rifle on Red. <p>\n“Can you hear me asshole, its me Draino!” he yelled up. “Look how stupid you look, in your fancy Italian shoes, in the fucking jungle, for fuck sake!” <p>\n“Draino, ya its me!” he screamed into the forest. <P>\n“Let’s get him down” said Ryan. <P>\n“Fuck that!” Draino aimed and fired. The bullet jerked the body. He cocked and aimed again and the body jerked again slumping lifeless.  <P>\n“Fuck man keep the boat still, yelled Draino looking back at Ryan while ejecting a casing, and aiming the gun again. Ryan was sitting on the back of the boat holding his gun on something out of sight in the water, when he got there is was Reds body guard reaching out for help. Draino shot him again point blank. Ryan screamed, “No!” and puked over the side of the boat. “Didn’t I just shoot the mother?” said Draino calmly. <p>\n“It was somebody else, they must have had four on board that thing!” Said Ryan, puking again.’ How could you just Kill someone, like you were swatting a fly?’ thought Ryan. Not realizing that they would have just as easily killed him. <p>\nDraino grabbed the pole and moved the boat in closer. As he was getting ready to fire again. Reds dead weight broke the branch that was holding him, and his body fell to the swamp. Draino could see Reds head and fired. The impact left no doubt as to Reds death.  Ryan kept being sick overboard, Draino could hear him, but the sounds seemed like they were coming from a million miles away.  <p>\n\nDraino sat on the deck gunnels, looking around at his work feeling satisfied. When he caught a whiff of Ryan’s puke, he poled the boat out into a small breeze. 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      "body": "<p><br><p>\n<p><center><a href=\"http://tinypic.com?ref=14tpsg2\" target=\"_blank\"><img src=\"http://i68.tinypic.com/14tpsg2.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Image and video hosting by TinyPic\"></a></center></p>\n<p><h4><center>letters from an empty trailer</h4></center></p>\n<p><br><p><p><br><p>\n<p><h3><center>the Valley of Decision</h3></center></p> \n<p><br><p><p><br><p><p><br><p>\n<p><h6>chapter thirty</h6></p>\n<p><br><p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThe trailer was clean enough now to move into. Axle reattached the solar array to the roof mounts he had installed years ago. The four 12-volt cell batteries were all dead, and it was going to take a few days to recharge them. Maybe less in the endless clear skies of Arizona. <p>\nAfter cleaning out the electrical battery cupboard and checking the inverter and other components in the back of the trailer. He started assembling the wind generator back together. Angela gathered all the bedding that was now refreshed hanging on the line all day. She made the bed and when leaving the bedroom, looked back at their cute little sleeping space and smiled. <p>\nThe trailer was coming together again. Before bed, Axle reminded her that coating the trailer in adobe brick, would drastically cool down the trailer in summer and would make it easier to heat in the cooler winters. “All that work?” she said. “I don’t mind doing it, or at least get started making brick. It would be a labor of love. <p>\n“So, it would be like a house, with in a house?” she asked. <p>\n“Ya, kind of!” <p>\n“What do you think Reds doing? He knows were here, why is he waiting?” Asked Angela, out of the blue. <p>\n“We could also start raising elephants?” <p>\n“I don’t like it one bit, is unnerving as hell, somethings wrong?” continued Angela. <p>\n\n“What, raising elephant’s?” Elephants, Axle what are you talking about?” said Angela confused. <p>\n“You haven’t stopped thinking about this all day. I’m trying to lighten you up! Its getting you nowhere, its wasted energy.” <p>\n“But it helps me, maybe talking about it with help” stated Angela. With reservation in her tone. <p>\n“Sorry darling,” replied Axle, “talking is cathartic even writing about it.” <p>\nAxle looked out the trailer door, into the cold diamond sky, its wonder never failed to amaze him. He thought of the old woman living alone up in her cave. To modern standards it would seem dreadful. But Axle knew the woman was probably a lot happier and content than most people. That couldn’t even imagine that she existed, in those conditions? <p>\nThe weird desert wind abated sometime during the night, it was the first real night together in the trailer since they arrived. It was nice not waking up by the flapping plastic sheet window. Angela woke first and in the still dark morning dug up all the coals from the fire pit. Having no batteries yet, and not able to use the stove she but the coals in the grill and lit a fire in them. <p>\nShe could see fire light reflecting off the canyon walls up by the old woman’s cave. She thought of the differences between city life and the old woman’s life. About just getting up and turning a dial and cooking, to chopping wood, and building a fire to cook. <p>\nAt first light, after coffee and porridge, they headed up past the prayer stone. The horses were standing asleep, the burrows were already grazing. When Axle wasn’t looking, Angela pilfered a cup of sugar from their supplies. When they arrived, the woman had two fires going separated by a few feet, with pod in a huge pile between them. <p>\n They acknowledged one another, and Angela slipped the cup of sugar quickly into the old woman’s hands and smiled, the old woman smiled back and put the sugar aside. She then took an old long handled shovel with barely any blade left and began digging out coals from the fires and intermingled them with the Palo Verde pods, stirring them around gently. <p>\nAxle took note of her dwelling. The cave looked small in the dim light, from the outside someone, probably her sons, had sealed it off with a flat stone wall, that you could see light coming through a small fire. The small entrance had a thick colorfully designed mat or rug. <p>\nThe two of them just stood and watched her work. Once she finished toasting all the pods, she disappeared in side her dwelling with the sugar. Angela and Axle stood in the cool morning air looking at one another shivering. After a few minutes the woman stuck her head out looking bewildered, and waved for them to come in. <p>\nThey were both amazed at her living space. The cave was only about fifteen feet deep with clean solid rock walls, sealed off by the stone work. It was about twenty feet wide. Her sleeping area was on a bed of flat stone, covered by layers of cloth madding. And topped off by finely woven mats, and colorful blankets on top. They both would be happy living there. <p>\nHer little cooking pit kept the place toasty warm, and with the gentle curve of the rock ceiling, allowed the smoke to rise straight up and flow out the stacked rock wall. She had thick woven throw carpets all around the floor. And heavy stumps for sitting. A large stainless-steel pot hung from a wrought iron tripod. And she had a thick baroque grill, resting on two heavy stones that looked like man-made bricks with a cast ion fry pan on top. They saw an oil lantern, and a flashlight beside her bed.\n\n\n\n These were the only modern implements they could see. <p>\nThe floor was bumpy and uneven, with a few pot holes, that she had long ago learned to avoid. Axle wondered why her sons hadn’t filled them in for her? Although she spoke very little English, Axle wanted to covey to her that he would like to fix the cave floor. Luckily, he told Angela about his wishes, and she elbowed him lightly in the ribs. <p>\nThe breakfast she was cooking smelled delicious, and although a bit spicy for their taste that early in the morning, it was good. Wonderfully designed crochet tapestries hung everywhere, along with heavy woven carpets made from her small loom near the entrance way for light. <p>\nAngela loved one in particular and wanted to buy it from her. But felt it rude to ask? After about a hour of eating and near silence, Axles jaw started to hurt from smiling. She motioned with her arm to the doorway. Angela stepped out first followed by Angela. But the old woman didn’t follow. <p>\nThey stood they’re in silence in the weak cool morning sun, as before looking at each other wondering if they should leave? And as they were about too, she appeared from under the door flap, holding the heavy carpet Angela was admiring. She proudly presented it to Angela and pointed down to the trailer. <p>\nAxle reared back, in horror, when caught a glimpse of a crouching mountain lion partly hidden behind some rocks, and grass ruffs. The old woman had her back to the cougar but noticed Axles shocked appearance. She left the rug in Angela’s arms and turn to see what was bothering him so much. Then she smiled and turned back to them. And fluffing off the lion with an arm movement. <p>\nWhen Angela noticed it, she jumped back and stood over beside Axle. The woman started blabbering about something to them in her native tongue. Axle caught enough English words to understand it was some kind of pet. When he told Angela. She wasn’t convinced. The old woman fearing the lion was upsetting her quest she waddled over toward the lion and chased it off playfully. <p>\nAngela held up the folded rug to the old lady, in a thank you very much jester, and turned and hustled away down the path. Axle followed after politely bowing to her. When she got to the prayer stone and was convince the cat wasn’t following them, she let open the rug to its full splendor. “Have you any idea the worth of this rug darling?” she stated. 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      "body": "<p><br><p>\n<p><center><a href=\"http://tinypic.com?ref=14tpsg2\" target=\"_blank\"><img src=\"http://i68.tinypic.com/14tpsg2.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Image and video hosting by TinyPic\"></a></center></p>\n<p><h4><center>letters from an empty trailer</h4></center></p>\n<p><br><p><p><br><p>\n<p><h3><center>the Valley of Decision</h3></center></p> \n<p><br><p><p><br><p><p><br><p>\n<p><h6>chapter twenty-eight</h6></p>\n<p><br><p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nDetective Swallwell, walked back across the manicured graveyard now heavily bursting into spring. Detective Skidmore was waiting by the car for her. “It was nice, I met his wife.” Was all she had to say about the Mayor’s funeral. <p>\n“I really hate to say this to you now?” Doug said, looking sheepish, and unable to make eye contact. <p>\n“Do you have too?” she replied getting into the passenger seat. <p>\n“Ya!” he said reluctantly. <p>\n“What is it then?” <p>\n“Sanchez is dead,” he stammered, holding onto the roof with both hands, and looking down on her from outside the car. \n“Wait. What!” were her only disbelieving words. “No, no fucking way! No?” Penny sat there with the wind totally knocked from her sails. She was awestruck at such evil. <p>\n“Yup, one of our own, must have been? The cell sprinkler system went off in his cell and he was moved to a clean dry one. They’re still trying to figure out why it went off?” <p>\n“Let me guess, there’s no surveillance in that cell?” said Penny kidding. <p>\n“Ya. How’d you know?” said Doug surprised. “It’s simply a temporary holding cell, for occasions like this,” replied Doug. “Not meant for anybody to be in for more that an hour or so.”\nPenny broke out into tears. Then as bending a garden hose the flow stopped.  It was all becoming too much for her. She began to sink into a dark place and felt a weird tightening of her scalp. Like an invisible tight band was being squeezed tighter. Enough so that she unconsciously rubbed her scalp. <p>\n“When?” she asked. <p>\n “He was found hanging an hour ago.” <p>\nThey sat in silence all the way back to headquarters. Penny just stared out into space. \n\n“Have you seen the tapes yet?” she said turning to him. <p>\n“No, but they should be ready,” replied Doug. “Wanna go review them now?” <p>\n“No, there will just be a reason or excuse why certain portions aren’t showing.” Penny said matter-of-factly. <p>\n“Wow, I’ve never seen you so defeated looking?” said Doug, surprised. <p>\n“Where is he now?” <p>\n“At the morgue, I’d guess? <p>\nI wanna see the actual cause of death!” demanded Detective Swallwell. “Is he there or not?” she yelled, walking into the police station. Doug parked the car, hurt and in a huff. As she walked by the front desk, the Sargent hailed her. “The captain wants to see you the minute you’re back, and the chief of detectives is waiting at your desk.” <p>\nPenny chose to ignore her new Captain Ed Dunchin and went to see the chief. “Ever answer your phone detective?” said James Fisguard Chief of Detectives, on her approach. 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I’m here on my own time.” <p>\n“With the Mayor and Sanchez outta the way, I’m sure they’re gonna try and sidetrack me?” Penny stated matter-of- factly.  <p>\n“Or worse!” cried the chief laughing. <p>\n“Hang on, I shouldn’t be a minute, with the new captain.” \n\nPenny returned within a few minutes, her face pale. <p>\n “What’s up?” said the chief, seeing her stunned look. <P>\n“I’ve been taken off the case, as of now!” blurted Penny. “They supposedly got another team on it; they want all my files.” Penny slowly sank into her desk chair, thinking, what can go wrong now? <p>\n“Now detective!” yelled her captain, peeking his head around the corner of the squad room. <p>\n“Ok that’s weird,” piped the chief who out ranked the captain. Captain, are you forgetting to acknowledge a superior officer?” screamed the chief, loud enough to make everyone in the room turn to look. <p>\n“Sorry chief, didn’t see you there?” replied the captain, stepping into the room, looking a little annoyed. <p>\n“I just came all the way from across town to offer Detective Swallwell here my help. On my own time, no less!” <p>\n“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, I was given orders to replace her.”\n“This is highly unusual! When and by whom?” snapped the chief. <p>\n“I don’t think I like your tone sir! It’s police business.” <p>\n“What the fuck do I look like captain?” screamed the chief. “I was on the job when you were in fucking diapers!”\n\nThe captain turned to leave. “Captain! I’m not through with you. I don’t have to tell you that there is a deep stain on this office. The mayor murdered in his own home, and now a suspect, in our care, murdered, right under our fucking noses?  Right in the middle of a full scale internal investigation. Everyone knows that they’re connected, and now outta the fucking blue, Detective Swallwell here, is taken off the case?” said the chief. <p>\n“Was there anything else, sir?” said the captain respectfully and held out his hand for Penny’s files.  <p>\n“No, but another investigation just began,” yelled the chief. “By me!”\n“Detective Swallwell,” said the chief in front of the captain. “I personally advise you to register a complaint, and in formal protest to refuse to turn over your files. Then talk to your lawyer, and the press if necessary, as soon as possible. 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Penny drove as the chief went over Penny’s files in the car. “What about the small guy, the dwarf, what’s his name?” <P>\n“Mickey!” answered Penny. <p>\n“Ya him,” replied the chief. “Did you interview his friends and known associates and hangouts?” <p>\n“No, we were concentrating on Sanchez.” <p>\n“Well maybe that’s where we should start looking?” <p>\nPenny held on to this glimmer of hope, and for the first time today felt in control again. <p>\nAfter many phone calls and studying all files on Mickey closely, and all related files, they came upon a simple reference to Red’s ranch in Arizona.  It wasn’t much to go on, but it had to be checked out. Penny couldn’t go, but there was nothing stopping the chief. When the captain knew for sure that the chief had gone, he called her into his office, and asked her what she was doing with the chief all afternoon? Thinking fast knowing that he would seize her files, she answered nonchalantly, “Oh, I had read his book, and we were discussing it. I was telling him how it should be required reading for every cadet.” <p>\n“Oh, I didn’t know that he had written a book. And that took three hours?”  <p>\n“No. We talked about other things, like our first meeting, and other personal things, and things he had learned about detective work?” <P>\n“I’m sure you have plenty of work on your desk, Detective Swallwell, to keep you busy. Carry on with your other cases and inquiries,” ordered the captain, still not convinced about her answers to his question and knowing any further questioning could be deemed harassment.  <p>\nThe chief of detectives, took the flash drives and within hours knew everything there was to know about Mickey’s criminal career, and then some. He took note of his mother’s attempts to set him on the straight and narrow, with little effect. He decided to talk to her. She was living in a La Jolla Shores Nursing Home, in San Diego.  <p>\nAgreeing to talk to him, the chief found her to be an open and honest woman. 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Poor thing didn’t have a clue, she’s who I worried about. What ever became of her?” asked Mickeys mother. <p>\n“She’s of interest, she’s wanted for questioning. Along with her Canadian boyfriend.” <p>\n“Aha she’s a darling. I met her once with Mickey. She called him Uncle Mickey. That’s how sick it was, she didn’t know a thing that was going on. But I suspect she would eventually figure it out? “<p>\n“Yes, that what we figure, and why they’re hiding,” offered the chief. <p>\n“Who’s that brave woman up there that found Mickey, and exposed all that corruption? It was in all the news for a while.”  <p>\n“You mean Detective Swallwell! She’s my partner on this case.” <p>\n“Promise me something detective, please arrest and hang that terrible man.” pleaded Mickey’s mother. “They were buddies in school together, and Red was the only person that would hang out with a midget. 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That secretly lifted Draino’s spirits as well. To the Taser, Draino’s nickname for him, it was just another adventure on the river. <p>\nThey fastened the boat to some heavy fines as the craft could only float a few feet into the clearing. They had to wade the rest of the way. Slowly moving it forward every day, they were finally able to moor it to the landing, that now served as a dock. The Tasers antics brought relief to the sad men living in the container for a while and were probably Drainos and Ryan’s best days in the Jungle. <p>\nThat was until Natty and the naked native, paddled up in a dug-out canoe, bringing gifts of yams, and taro root. Which was their tradition in the rainy season and took the taser away. And just like that they were alone again. Draino said nothing but inwardly he sank into a deep depression, mixed with a terrible hate. Ryan was able to express his feelings outwardly and stave off depression. <p>\nThey had decided that one would sleep in the boats comfortable cubby, while the other slept up in the container. They drew straws every long evening for the cubby. Draino secretly like it, so he could finish reading the tattered old Bible, his only relief from the Jungle. He was beginning to see why the old evangelist separated Paul’s section of the Bible from Romans to Philemon. <p>\n When it was taken out, the rest of the Book was God dealing with his people the Jews with  the law.  And since the Jews rejected Christ, Paul’s book was only for the grafted in gentile. They were saved by the gift of grace, not by works. Christ did all the work of salvation on the cross. There was nothing you could do to receive salvation. So all this crap about getting baptized, repenting, tithing, and \nOn Ryan’s third straight win, he was awakened by the boat being bumped and jarred. When he opened the cubby door a sliver he could just make out in the weak and gray morning light a huge python curled up in the back of the boat. <p>\nHe slowly closed and locked the door, alerting the giant snake, which slithered up and began smelling all around the cubby door. Ryan couldn’t stand it any more. He could hear it trying to get in and began yelling up to Draino. Almost with in seconds there came a loud bang and a heavy thud. “Keep your fucking pet quiet down there, for fuck sake, and like I told you before never take your gun belt off.” \n<p>\nRyan, was lucky the cubby door opened inward, because the dead snakes size would have barred his escape.  Draino had shot it square between the eyes. ‘An amazing shot on a moving target, in a matter of seconds.’ Thought a bewildered Ryan. What Ryan didn’t know was that Draino was sitting in the open doorway, above him with a gun pointed up under his throat at the very second the snake arrived. The snake symbolism was missed by Draino. <p>\n‘This has to be my lowest point in the jungle yet’ thought Draino shaking. He had never before contemplated suicide. That thought was so foreign to him that he began to wonder if he was losing his mind? The killing of the mammoth snake was the turning point in his desire to live and get out of the jungle. He wasn’t aware of it at the time, but later came to see it. He kept wondering if a rotten murderer like himself, could still get into heaven?\nRyan, never again took his gun belt off. And began taking heed of everything Draino suggested or said. He began to realize that his new partner was a very complex and dangerous and damaged man. Drainos motto was, never trust anyone or anything ever! And Ryan adopted it because he wanted to see his dream come true, and the only way that was going to happen in his mind was sticking with Draino. <P>\nThe water rose so that the dock became a wash, and a perfect resting place for all sorts of birds and animals.  A half-drowned peccary climbed onto the deck one afternoon. Draino and Ryan couldn’t bring themselves to kill and dress it. Nervous of the two men standing above it, and after a short rest jumped back in and swam into the jungle.  A strange and beautifully colored kingfisher, began using the container and dock as fishing platform, and would entertained them both for hours with his fishing skills. <p>\nThe radio crackled one morning, but the words were disjointed and garbled, coming through in eerie low and high-pitched hollow sounds. And made them feel as if they were living in a rocket ship on the moon. They had decided earlier in their plan that there was the possibility that the other end could hear them even though they couldn’t hear on their end. Draino decided to use that odd feature of the radio to his advantage. At these times they would only speak to each other from per-arranged scripts. <p> \nThis time the plan worked, although they didn’t know it at the time. It took great strength of mind to keep the subterfuge going, with such heavy odds stacked against them. Inwardly, they never believe their plan was working, not even once, but they did it anyway. Their plan was simple, to hold strongly to the ruse and only speak to each other as if their plan was really happening. They wanted head office to think, that they didn’t know that they were listening to their little play.\n\n\n\n They always thought that they were speaking with head office, never in their wildest dreams did they think they were talking to Red himself?  Red could actually hear them talking, thinking that they didn’t know he was listening. The voices were so distorted on either end, that Red hadn’t a clew he was listening to Draino. <p>\nTheir script went off as planed. Ryan would say, “the stupid buggers, don’t know what their about to looses out on, no skin off my ass?” Draino would answer, “I don’t think we can stall these natives much longer, I think they’re going to leave?” “Ya.” Replied Ryan, “That Red guy must be a real dumb ass?  If this ever gets out, he’ll be the laughing stock of the world.” Replied Ryan. That sent the other listeners with Red into fear. As they all stepped back, looking at each other behind Reds back. They all starting to wonder if this Cancer cure nonsense wasn’t really real? <p>\nEven if it didn’t work they enjoyed insulting Red, and it kept them active and entertained.  They enjoyed holding power over the radio as well. Red was livid but kept his cool and showed know emotion. “Those fuckers are either drunk or out of their stinking minds?” He yelled. “Turn that shit off!” <p>\nRed wanted to be convinced, and this was it. Even if it were not true, Red decided it had to be checked out anyway. But he could see that the crew were now starting to be convinced. So, he set a plan in motion. One by one, the crew started disappearing. And one day, the foreman’s body was found spinning around in an eddy of the muddy waters. This began to terrify Les Dickout, and he strongly let it be known that he thought the men out in the jungle were going nuts. Secretly he began to wonder himself. He thought about the possibilities of it being true, and for the first time began to see how high the stakes were and why Red was so interested? <p>\nRed needed to get out their and had Billings look into helicopters with pontoons, and whether or not they could safely reach the sight, and return?  The part had come for the boat, but they were having difficulty navigating the swollen river. And if it weren’t for Reds threats, they would be back home by now. Billing told Red that the copter could reach the clearing, but could only take one man, with extra fuel strapped to the pontoons.  <p>\nRed was delighted but fearful at the same time, because of his abject fear of the jungle. He personally phoned the hanger and tried all ways and angles to allow another person to come. Every attempt of Reds was rejected. Its either that or someone has to stay at the clearing, until the rainy season was over. <p>\nRed offered the moon to his two men, but they both rejected is offer. One a little less so, Red consecrated on him, and after more incentives were added, he agreed. They were to leave in two days, at eight in the morning, baring any unforeseen weather issues. They would arrive later the same day in the early evening. 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      "body": "<p><br><p>\n<p><center><a href=\"http://tinypic.com?ref=14tpsg2\" target=\"_blank\"><img src=\"http://i68.tinypic.com/14tpsg2.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Image and video hosting by TinyPic\"></a></center></p>\n<p><h4><center>letters from an empty trailer</h4></center></p>\n<p><br><p><p><br><p>\n<P><h3><center>the Valley of Decision</h3></center></p>\n\n<p><br><p><p><br><p><p><br><p>\n\n<p><h6>chapter twenty seven</h6></p>\n<p><br><p>\n\nThe second Axle lifted his leg over the saddle, his horse kicked and reared sending him hard to the ground. Angela in her excitement to ride her horse excitedly galloped ahead on the black horse, until she heard Axle yell and fall, then saw his mare gallop off.  She stopped and turned, when she saw Axle was slow to rise. “You alright?” she yelled out, riding back to him. <p>\n“Nothing’s broken, I don’t think?” replied a shaken Axle dusting himself off. <p>\nWhen Axle looked around for his horse, it was far off grazing. Angela rode over and retrieved it. “I don’t have to tell you whose idea this was, do I?” said Angela returning back to him. We’ll take the bikes instead, I’ll start finishing her training tomorrow,” offered Angela.  <p>\n “My father is a revengeful man,” she continued. “He’s letting you know he’s not happy with you.” <p>\n“Well, we can add that to the list, I’m just happy that he’ll never know if his trick worked or not.” <p>\n“What makes you think that cowboy isn’t still watching?” she asked. Axle, now silhouetted by a red-orange sunrise. <p>\n“The old woman would have told us. I took a walk up past her prayer stone earlier, your message was still on it.” \n“That’s a relief!” <p>\nAngela lifted off her horse’s blanket and saddle, removed the bridle and spanked him on the ass, sending him out to graze. Axle did the same. The bikes were a mess, but both started easily. They emptied what was left in the saddle bags and followed their tracks to the creosote bush with Axle’s bandana waving slightly in the early morning breezes. The ride was much easier in the deep desert sands with empty bikes and even halfway enjoyable. <p> \nThey stopped in a dried up ancient creek wash when they saw a Moon Flower in bloom. Axle was about to take a step toward the sweetly scented bush, that hadn’t been in bloom yesterday. Or he had missed it in his weariness the previous day?  She grabbed him by the shoulder, as he was about to step on a pair of mating horny toads. “Thanks!” cried Axle. “No one wants that happening to them, especially when you’re in the middle of business?” laughed Axle. <p>\n“I should say not!” Angela replied, smiling. <p>\nThey both were drawn to the large plant with the large white flowers, hanging out from the ledge of the river bed. <p>\n“Amazing, what an enchanting sweet smell,” sighed Angela, sticking her nose into the petals. “So beautiful, yet so poisonous.” <p>\n“Isn’t this the one that blooms at night?” asked Axle. <p>\n“Ya,” she replied’ <p>\n“No wonder I missed it!” piped Axle. <p>\n “It has many names. I’ve heard it called, Angels Trumpet. But I was introduced to it as Moon Flower.” <p>\nThey rode through a section of Bee weed, and red flowering Ocotillo, branching out skyward in long thorny stems that looked on fire. Axle didn’t remember either on the ride in, and if it weren’t for their tracks in the sand he’d swear they were lost. <P>\nAt the stash, Angela checked the robbed road runners nest to find one egg had been lain, since they were here. The adults were gone, probably hearing the Harley engines approaching. Although they seemed unafraid of humans walking nearby and she could hear them calling to each other in the brush. <p>\nSaving the old woman miles of walking, Angela cut some long spiny Ocotillo branches to use for medicine, wrapping the harsh needle thorns into a shirt to carry. Riding back to the trailer, it was funny how the light played tricks and changed the scenery with the direction of travel. The chaparral seemed duller to Axle on their return to the trailer. <p>\nNight horse and the mare came into sight halfway back; it was obvious they were following Angela. “What are we going to do now?” piped Axle, rubbing his head in wonder. <p>\n“He’ll follow us, and she’ll follow him…!” she replied confidently. <p>\nOff they went and sure enough they turned and followed.  “Nothing a little love and a few apples can’t conquer!” yelled Angela. “It’s growing on to noon. I wanna get them into the cottonwood shade fast.” <p>\nWhen they returned, a coyote was sniffing around the smouldering campfire, and bolted like a sneaky thief when it saw them coming. <p>\nAngela took the Ocotillo branches to the prayer stone, along with some salt and Lemon juice from this mornings haul. Axle took the horses to the cottonwood springs and left them in the shade. <p>\nAngela noticed, in their absence, the prayer stone had been wiped clean and a bag of mesquite flour was left for them. Angela knew the work and time the old woman must have put into grinding it, not including the time and energy put into picking the pods, then toasting them. She felt guilty and wanted to leave it for her. But she knew that it would be a great insult, no matter how thoughtful her motives were. <p>\nAngela made mesquite tortillas on her rusty flat cast-iron fry pan, hidden under the trailer. She always felt bad when she saw it, hoping the old woman would use it, but she never did. Angela filled the golden tortillas from a can of Boston baked beans, while Axle broke open a bottle of whiskey, and they dined like royalty. <p>\nThe baking noon sun drove them into the trailer for some temporary relief. But later they were forced to join the mustangs and horses in the willows and cottonwood spring. They lounged in a hammock in the humid shade tied between two perfectly spaced and ancient Palo Verde trees. The state trees of Arizona, now housing a growing family of morning doves. <p>\nRocking in the arms of her lover serenaded by natures myriad of bird calls wasn’t enough to keep her mind off her father, Rosa, and her growing baby. Her thoughts just kept circling, endlessly one to another Axle could sense her fears no matter how she tried to conceal it. <p>\nLater that afternoon, a strong lonely wind arose, making eerie haunting sounds in the cottonwoods, and whistling through the huge saguaro cactus, standing guard out in the baking hills. It spooked the coyotes into barking and yelping until you couldn’t help but feel it in your soul, and rattled the wild burrows so much, they came galloping into the lush oasis, ears pointed high, madly braying and honking, as if they were being chased by demons.  <p>\n\nThe wind reflected her thoughts, and seemed like it was specially ordered up for her? Finally, they were forced to vacate the hammock, as all the mustangs, horses, and even the two burrows, surrounded them for apples and carrots. Bringing with them hordes of flies. It was fun at first until they began to get bitten. <p>\nAfter the cowboy incident, Axle continually kept his eyes out for trouble, and sweeping the hills with his eyes, caught sight of the old medicine woman leaning over her prayer stone chanting. Her small voice carried away in the wind. <p>\nAngela had never seen her do this before and wondered if it was because of the strange hot wind? They came up from the oasis behind the trailer so as not to disturb the old woman’s prayers.  But the braying burrows followed them up and tipped her off. She waddled over to them. “You come tomorrow, early,” she said, pointing to her cave, on the other side of the rock outcroppings, without any explanation, then slowly waddled back and forth, back up through the sand, up past her prayer stone, like a little wind up toy, with her traditional beaded moccasins, poking out from her red maxi skirt sweeping the ground. Then she disappeared like a ghost. Her face was wrinkled, and strangely cool, like a dried-up prune but ageless at the same time. Angela wondered what it would be like out here alone for years? <p>\nAxle could see concern for the old woman written on Angela’s face and just shook his head. He knew that the old woman was happy to be there on her own.  Axle turned and chased off the pesky burrows and began breaking up an ancient dried up fallen 50-foot Saguaro cactus. He was intending for it to be the nights’ kindling but the wind was picking up as evening approached and they might not be able to have a fire after all.  <p><br><p>\nDan Ger",
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