Last Free First Chapter

Posted on February 3, 2019 Updated on February 4, 2019

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CHAPTER 1

Resin La Rock glared from behind his Allis Chalmers Wd45 tractor as the scrawny little old lady swung her revolver at him. “You stupid old crone, get the off my property and out of my hair! My name is Resin La Rock. I never laid eyes on your scrawny backside before I moved to Wayne County two years ago.”

Resin La Rock glared from behind his Allis Chalmers Wd45 tractor as the scrawny little old lady swung her revolver at him. “You stupid old crone, get the off my property and out of my hair! My name is Resin La Rock. I never laid eyes on your scrawny backside before I moved to Wayne County two years ago.”

Resin saw her face twist into a snarl. He shook his head. He was going to have to swear out another complaint at the Sheriff’s office in Columbia against Miss Sunshine Lea Defiance. This old wrinkled wisp of a woman had been a thorn in Resin’s side since he made the stupid mistake of coming to this little jerk water town.

Sunshine stood on the driver seat of her Packer convertible to gain a better angle for that revolver at Resin. “Don’t you be lying to me. You know exactly what I mean and I’ll get the truth out of you even if I have to do it with lead. Come on admit it, you’re Hank Freeman. You done me wrong thirty years ago and I’m here to make you pay for your lying, cheating, thieving ways.”

Resin’s ground his teeth, “You’re delusional! Go back to your funny farm where you belong. I’m only twenty-six.”

Resin dove behind the rear tractor tire as a bullet ripped through where he stood moments ago. A second later, the rear tire let loose with a high pitch hiss of air escaping through the gaping hole left the bullet left. The tractor twisted slightly as the tire sank, exposing the other tire to the same treatment. The radiator sputtered and gurgled, releasing its liquid in a stream as other bullets careened off different parts of the tractor.

Resin let out a stream of billingsgate with each impact trying to find him. Resin flew into action as the hammer hit the empty chamber. He rounded the tractor and made a beeline for the Packard as Sunshine fumbled with the ammo in her jean pocket. She slammed three rounds in the chamber as Resin charged. Resin launched over the car, clothes lining Sunshine across the chest. Resin landed in a crouch; Sunshine laid on her back, the air knocked out of her – but not the fight.

The revolver came up intended to put a bullet right between Resin’s sea green eyes. He ripped the revolver free from her shaky fist as he flipped her over on her stomach. He kept Sunshine pinned to the ground with a knee to the small of her back. Resin slid the revolver in the back of his waistband and pulled several tie straps from his hip pocket. He twisted Sunshine’s arms behind her back hog, tying her. Resin grabbed her by her waistband and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Sunshine flopped like a fish out of water trying to get free as Resin walked over to his pickup and deposited Sunshine among the crates of fruit and vegetables in the bed. Her face crimsoned, “You can’t do this! I’m not some animal to be taken to the slaughter. You brash mother -” Resin shoved a greasy rag in her mouth cutting off the rest of Sunshine’s rant.

“Chew on that for a while. It matches your mouth. Chiamaka….Chiamaka! Come on out it’s over.”

Chiamaka Chinwe Chibueze, his Kenyan housekeeper came out onto the porch. The edge of her apron was crumpled in her fist. Her worried expression changed when she saw where Sunshine was. “Resin, huna kutibu mwanamke mzee kama hiyo. Mimi kufundishwa wewe bora. (Resin, you don’t treat an old lady like that. I taught you better.)”

“Now don’t you start in on me, Chiamaka. I didn’t hurt the old hag even though I wanted to tear her head off and shove it down her throat. Follow me into town so I can get rid of this pain.” He did not wait for her response. He went over and climbed into the Packard, roaring the engine to life just to aggravate Sunshine by treating her baby so roughly.

Chiamaka untied her apron and threw it on the porch chair. She went back to the kitchen door and snatched the truck keys off the hook by the door, shutting the door. Resin could hear Chiamaka’s tongue click clear over to the car. He shook his head as she came over to the car, holding out the truck keys.

Chiamaka tried to talk him out of what she considered would bring only heartache for those involved in Resin’s scheme. He could still hear Chiamaka’s Swahili even now when he mentioned his plan to her so long ago. “She may not want the past drug up. It may be your right to know, however, it’s not right to force someone to relive their past when they choose not to.” Then Chiamaka started correcting him as she would a small child. Click, clack, snapped her tongue let Resin know just how unhappy she was with him.

Resin threw her a disgusting snarl before he climbed out of the car and snatched the dangling keys. He stomped over to the truck, climbed and started the truck. He slammed the truck into drive, stomping accelerator as the truck threw rocks as it peeled out of the driveway and headed for town. Resin made sure to hit every rut in the road he could find.

Resin slowed down as he approached Columbia; getting stopped by the Sheriff before he could tell his side of the story was something he wanted to avoid. He rounded the corner, almost clipping the town’s worse gossip Randi House.

Resin pulled into a parking space in front of the Sheriff’s office. He shut off the truck and climbed out as Chiamaka drove the Packard in the parking space next to the truck. Resin reached in and pulled Sunshine out of the truck bed, slinging her over his shoulder once more. He walked up to the driver side of the Packard, listening to the aggravated clicking tongue of Chiamaka.

“Take the food order over to the grocery store while I take care of this pain. And no, I am not ready to see her yet. Now is not the time for it.” He huffed, “Please just do it without the tongue clicks, okay.”

Chiamaka gave him one last loud click of the tongue before she took the keys hanging from his hand. He just shook his head and then headed for the Sheriff office. By the time he transverse the fifteen feet to the door, small crowds started to gather in the town’s doorways at the spectacle of Sunshine hanging over his shoulder.

The deputy looked up from her paperwork as Resin came through the door. Resin deposited Sunshine in the chair next to the deputy’s desk. The deputy jumped up pulling the rag out of Sunshine’s mouth. Sunshine spat and twisted her mouth trying to rid of the nasty taste. The deputy turned to Resin, “You can’t be treating Miss Defiance this way. I ought to charge you with assault.”

“Before you charge me with assault I want this shriveled up old crone charged with assault with a deadly weapon.” Resin’s face twisted in a snarl two inches from the deputy’s face.

The deputy’s mouth twisted in disbelief, “You’re trying to tell me she assaulted you? I don’t believe it.”

Resin pulled the revolver out of his waistband and placed it on the desk, “Check it out for yourself. You’ll find the bullets from her revolver in different parts of my Allis Chalmers. She has caused over five thousand dollars in damages to my tractor. I want her locked up this time.” He poked a finger at the deputy. “I’m sick of her being able to go around harassing people without any repercussions. I want Miss Sunshine Lea Defiance also charged with violating the no-contact order I had placed on her last month. Tell the Sheriff he can find me at my farm.”

Resin turned on his heels and marched out the door, slamming it shut as he left. He caught sight of Clara leaning against his pickup parked in front of her store up the street. Clara Patriot was just going to have to wait until another time to meet him. He was in no mood to open that can of worms. He quickly ducked around the side of the police station and headed back toward the farm.

Resin crossed over the bike trail bridge into the cemetery, stopping in the middle of the graveyard by a granite monument. He stared down at the name on the stone: It all started with you.

“Hiya Resin. What ya doing traipsing around the cemetery this time of the day?”

A smile spread across Resin’s face as he glanced around, locating Porsche sitting in the crotch of the tree several rows over from him. He sauntered over to the tree. “I’m just walking off some tension on my way back to the farm.”

“I know a much more delicious way to relieve tension than walking.” Porsche caressed his chest with her toe. “A sampling of my chocolate mellows any tension a man might have.” She slid down into his embrace.

Sweet jasmine musk fueled the hunger building up in his soul for the bountiful body gliding across his body like a well-fitted glove. He drank in some nectar from her plump lips and allowed her to nibble his lower lip before releasing her from his embrace.

“Oh, you don’t make it easy to say no to you, Porsche.”

She pulled him back into the embrace, gliding her luscious lips across the base of his neck and sending shutters of desire throughout his body. “No one said you have to say no.”

Resin hooked her chin with the crook of his finger and raised her face to meet his. He sampled the nectar one last time. “Although your invitation is incredible, I’m going to have to decline.”

Porsche pulled away, crossing her arms. “What’s wrong with my invitation? You sure seem to enjoy the view of my summer night dances at the parties on the banks of the Beaver River.”

“Uhmm…. It’s not that I wouldn’t enjoy sampling your chocolate till my brain exploded. However, you are such a special lady that you deserve more than just a sample, and right now, I am not at a point in my life where I can give you what you truly deserve in a relationship. Besides, I believe there is someone on your mind that fits that slot a lot better than me.”

A small twisted smile crossed her lips, “Now what would make you think such a thing?”

Resin gave her a hug at the shoulder, “I’ve seen you watching him when he wasn’t aware you were there. You lick your lips as you would a double dipped death by chocolate ice cream cone.”

Her laughter tinkled across the cemetery, “Okay, you win this round. But the next time you go night fishing, remember to bring your fishing rod or I will cross the Beaver River with full expectations that you’re going to deliver.”

Resin kissed her forehead, “Okay, I’ll remember.” He trotted off toward the Beaver River. The burdens on his soul lighten by their encounter.

He reached the bank and sat down, pulled off his boots and socks. He placed everything from his pockets in his boot before climbing down the bank to the water’s edge. Resin drew a deep breath and then waded into the drought-stricken river. It only came up to his waist, but the swift current kept the water temperature at a chilly forty degrees. It quickly squelched any desire still running through his body and mind. He climbed up the other side of the river bank and heard Porsche’s laughter float across the river. He turned to see her sitting on the other side of the bank, dangling her leg over the river bank. A mischievous smile spread across her lips as she unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse, sliding the blouse off her shoulders to expose the chocolate richness below. She blew him a kiss along with a tinkling laugh.

Resin smiled and pretended to catch the kiss, putting it in his front jean’s pocket then gave her a goodbye wave. He turned toward the farm, making his feet travel away from the delicious chocolate laughing behind him. That would be all he need to have old noisy Randi come across him sampling Porsche’s chocolate. She would have it blown up to a full lustful orgy with some bestiality thrown it to make it really juicy gossip.

He climbed the fence into the meadow. The soft grass was starting to stress under the drought. Resin could feel the soft crinkle of the blades breaking under his feet. He bent down and plucked several blades, testing their flexibility. If it did not rain soon, his crops would start to suffer. The grass would not have the nutrition the cattle and sheep needed. He was already hauling water to the orchard behind Sandra’s property to keep the crop of fruit plentiful and sweet. If the fruit crop went bad, it would not be only him that would suffer. Sandra’s struggling bakery would collapse if she had to buy the fruit for her pastries. When he bought the acreage, Sandra offered him, he spent a small fortune to plant almost mature trees and plants in the orchard. Between the cost of starting the orchard and maintaining it so Sandra could make a go of the bakery, he had almost depleted the reserves he set aside for running the farm.

Resin needed a good crop on each of the fruit and nuts from the orchard plus the sale of livestock to replenish the rainy-day fund. He could not continue to use his two black Gypsy Vanner stallions for stud without flooding the market with their colts. He also could not afford to take them back and forth to the east coast and keep his whereabouts unknown.

The two stallions were his prize possession. They were champion Grand Gypsy Vanners. They were pure black with white manes, tails, and feathering on the legs. They were a matched set, standing sixteen and a half hands tall. Now thanks to Miss Sunshine Lea Defiance, he was going to have to use them in place of his tractor. Just the thought of doing it made Resin irritated again over the situation.

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