By Russ Towne
“That was your chance!” Twenty men moved as one toward Burdett.
“WAIT!” The men stopped. “Okay. I threatened you and your family.”
“And grabbed my wife’s hair, slammed and trapped her against her car, and slapped her.”
Burdett looked at the faces of the men in the circle looking for lack of resolve or weakness. All he saw was rage.
He whispered, “Yes.”
“What was that?”
“YES! I’m sorry! Okay? I promise to leave you and your family alone.”
Jayce laughed, “You’re not getting off that easy.” Several men pulled out their phones and played back Burdett’s confessions. “We all decided the climate here is bad for your health. It’s time you left the state and never came back. Tonight.”
“WHAT?” Twenty men moved closer.
“OKAY! I’ll go.”
“You’ve got thirty minutes to clear out.”
Burdett headed for his trailer. The men watched him like hawks to make sure he didn’t try anything.
On a hunch, Jayce searched the yellow pickup. Sure enough, he found a loaded gun under the driver’s seat.
Twenty-seven minutes after Burdett started packing, he was in his truck and ready to go.
“We’ll follow you ‘til you cross the state line. Then the cops get your confession.”
Burdett floored the old pickup and roared out in a cloud of dust with carloads full of men on his tail.
Jayce turned to Ray as they watched them go. “It looks like it’s finally over, my friend!”
Ray let out a big sigh. “Yes. Thank you! I owe you all a lot. Especially you.”
“That’s what friends are for.”
They smiled, gave each other a bear hug, and Ray left to pick up his family and take them home. He couldn’t wait to tell Jan the good news.
Burdett crossed the state line and stopped. The men in the other cars turned and headed home. When he was sure they were just barely out of earshot he screamed, “Your friends are dead. You hear me? DEAD!!”
(To be continued…)