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to bust me for the shooting of your brother yesterday. In my defense, I was making the rounds and found someone trying to shoot Cujo. I heard shots, and drove the golf cart down to find out who was disturbing the peace. I couldn’t get close enough to see him, and when I shot him, it was an accident. I was aiming next to him, and he jerked to the side when he went after Cujo. I was just trying to scare him off. When he turned and fell, I saw his patch. I think the bullet hit him in the ass.” She blushed, thinking about her embarrassment at shooting someone she hadn’t intended to shoot. She threw up her hands, “I don’t know what the punishment for shooting one of your boys is, but he was trespassing and trying to kill my goose. He left faster than I could get to him, so he can’t be hurt all that bad.”
    The news got their attention. She was expecting Knight to do something, she didn’t expect the deep grin and laughter. “What?
    “The asshole you shot wouldn’t have been six foot and a buck ninety-five would he? Driving a dark green hog, wearing a bandana to cover his grey hair? If it’s him, that’s what we came to see you about. He’s not someone you want to fuck with, Gladys, he will hurt you and laugh while he hides behind a kid. The man is a coward, and a killer. If he comes back, hide and give me a call.” He scribbled his number on one of her business cards, and handed it to her.
    “I didn’t see him good enough to tell if his hair was grey or his weight. I saw a man raising a gun toward a helpless animal, and probably should have yelled at him first, but I got trigger happy and shot him on accident instead. I know I hit him because he dropped to his knee and was limping badly as he ran away. There was blood on the sand where he’d been standing and, wait a minute.” She ran back into the house and came back with her arms full of a blanket wrapped around the man’s personal belongings he’d left behind when he took off. Needles reached over the desk and pulled the bundle over to his side. He was grinning and looking at her with something close to respect.
    “I’m not joking, Gladys. The number under mine is a brother named Show. If you can’t reach me, call him. He wears nothing but black and looks a little scary, but if you can handle us, he’ll be easy. I’ll call him and give him a heads up.”
    The men left and she enjoyed the scenery as they walked away. The information about her trespasser worried her. Hopefully the bikers would find the man before her guests started to show up in eight days. If he was still in the area, he’d be back looking for his things. She felt the tingle in her spine.
    Old habits came back to her from memory, and she knew what she needed to do. Fingers crossed, she still had the ability to get the job done. She and Ralph had been two of a mercenary group working to help the downtrodden in the world. They’d left the group of assassins that specialized in covert activities around the globe. Since they’d retired, they still kept their hands in the protection of certain high profile people. The campgrounds were perfect for the safety of those individuals. Two of the cabins were equipped with steel reinforced walls and drop down window shields for protection. For the past five years, there’d been no problems to worry about.
    When they weren’t needed by the protection group that called themselves Necessary Evils, ordinary vacationers enjoyed the modern cabins for a higher price than their more rustic counterparts.
     

Chapter Two
     
    Jolly Baker was driving along praying to the fuel fume gods to let her get to the next town before she ran out of gas. She needed to find employment and a place to live for a few months until it was time for her to move on again.
    She planned to sell the oil burner as soon as she had a job and transportation, like a city bus system or a Dial-a-Ride kind of setup. No need to buy insurance and add another bill to have to pay,