Fred stood in the clearing and gazed downward. The moon was full and very bright. He loved walking in the mountains at night. True, there were things out here bigger then he was, but this was nature. He carried 45 Magnum and his razor sharp machete so he was pretty sure he could defend himself. Staring down he could see the road as it lay like a ribbon below him. He could see Meg’s house and her farm yard. Her farm was a small one and not really a farm at all. Just a house, chicken house and that was it. The garage was attached to the house.
Meg Paker was a fine figure of a woman, he had to give her that. She pretty much kept to herself and not much traffic that he ever seen. Sure thing no men running in and out. Dogs pretty well had the run of the place now that he had installed the doggie door. Hadn’t needed the cage on the outside. Little bitty doggie door and you’d have to be a damn string bean to get through it and into the house what with the dog leg he had installed inside. Guy could get trapped and starve to death in a deal like that.
As Fred neared the edge of the clearing he saw car lights coming up the road. And back further a second car. Lot of traffic for this area and this time of night. The first car slowed and turned into the Paker place. Hmmm. Meg must be home from wherever she had gone. Was that other car going to her place? Meg drove into the garage and lowered the door. The second car drove slowly past her drive and then it’s lights went out and he watched as it parked on the side of the road. What was that all about? Was Meg in danger? He touched his 45 Magnum, reassuring himself that it was there. And the machete. He watched as the light came on in the kitchen. Then he watched as the light went on upstairs and the kitchen light went out. And he watched the car. Well not a car, some kind of big vehicle. Hey wait! That vehicle looked familiar. He crept closer. It was a Black Jeep. Like that fella over west of him. The guy who had him dig that long tunnel into the forest. Jeez that had been a job and a half. Damn near got the best of him all those rocks and roots.
Fred waited, wondering what the guy was doing. Spying on Meg Paker? What could he see? Nothing. Needed to take a leak? Gonna have to get out of the car to do that! Nothing was happening. Nothing. Whoops! The car started suddenly and Fred jumped guiltily. At least he was behind him so probably had gone undetected. Then the Jeep pulled onto Bonner Road and the lights came on along with the blinker turning left onto Storm Lake Road. It was that crazy bastard! This was very strange, but along with the feeling of bewilderment came a growing sense of dread. Something was not right here and he did not like it. He had dealt with this character and not been comfortable at all when he did. And the tunnel. What was that all about? He had wondered, but only a little. Now it took on new meaning. Why was the guy parked there watching Meg’s house? Better be on our toes, Freddy boy.
And he turned back and headed North to his little cabin in the big woods.
Meg Paker was a fine figure of a woman, he had to give her that. She pretty much kept to herself and not much traffic that he ever seen. Sure thing no men running in and out. Dogs pretty well had the run of the place now that he had installed the doggie door. Hadn’t needed the cage on the outside. Little bitty doggie door and you’d have to be a damn string bean to get through it and into the house what with the dog leg he had installed inside. Guy could get trapped and starve to death in a deal like that.
As Fred neared the edge of the clearing he saw car lights coming up the road. And back further a second car. Lot of traffic for this area and this time of night. The first car slowed and turned into the Paker place. Hmmm. Meg must be home from wherever she had gone. Was that other car going to her place? Meg drove into the garage and lowered the door. The second car drove slowly past her drive and then it’s lights went out and he watched as it parked on the side of the road. What was that all about? Was Meg in danger? He touched his 45 Magnum, reassuring himself that it was there. And the machete. He watched as the light came on in the kitchen. Then he watched as the light went on upstairs and the kitchen light went out. And he watched the car. Well not a car, some kind of big vehicle. Hey wait! That vehicle looked familiar. He crept closer. It was a Black Jeep. Like that fella over west of him. The guy who had him dig that long tunnel into the forest. Jeez that had been a job and a half. Damn near got the best of him all those rocks and roots.
Fred waited, wondering what the guy was doing. Spying on Meg Paker? What could he see? Nothing. Needed to take a leak? Gonna have to get out of the car to do that! Nothing was happening. Nothing. Whoops! The car started suddenly and Fred jumped guiltily. At least he was behind him so probably had gone undetected. Then the Jeep pulled onto Bonner Road and the lights came on along with the blinker turning left onto Storm Lake Road. It was that crazy bastard! This was very strange, but along with the feeling of bewilderment came a growing sense of dread. Something was not right here and he did not like it. He had dealt with this character and not been comfortable at all when he did. And the tunnel. What was that all about? He had wondered, but only a little. Now it took on new meaning. Why was the guy parked there watching Meg’s house? Better be on our toes, Freddy boy.
And he turned back and headed North to his little cabin in the big woods.
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