I was halfway to Kansas City and feeling pretty damn good. I had a bottle of whiskey in my lap, a lot of cash, and Bear's wife at my side.
I took a swig of whiskey and lit a cigar with a hundred dollar bill.
That's when the sobbing began.
Squinney's shoulders heaved as the tears streamed down her face.
"What the hell is wrong? I thought this is what you wanted?", I asked.
I was drunk now and starting to get angry. How ofter does a man kill a Bear to get a woman. I could count on one hand the number of times I've done it.
Squinney quit sobbing and looked at me with her red puffy eyes, "You don't know Shako like I do, Gus. You didn't kill him back there you know."
"Shako?" Who the hell is Shako?", I asked.
"That's my pet name for Bear, Gus. And I'm thinking back to what he did to Slappy last year. You better turn around before it's too late."
Squinney's eyes clouded over as she thought back to the bloodbath she had witnessed last year.
She started sobbing again. Not so much because of what happened to Slappy, she didn't really care about him, but Gus was different. He was kind and complimentary. She didn't want to see Gus suffer the same fate.
Her mind drifted back. Back to the carnage....