ears by a scream coming out the door. I ran inside, my fists balled at my sides, hoping he didnât have a gun.
He probably had a gun.
The inside of the bar looked like someone had picked the whole place up, turned it upside down, and given it a shake. The register was popped open and the cash drawer hung crookedly out, the shelf lifted to search out the underneath. Bottles had been shoved off the shelf, some of them breaking on the floor. A cloud of booze stung my eyes and plugged my nose. All this came to me out of the sides of my mind. Right there in the foreground was a big old boy with an arm inked with jailhouse tats wrapped around Joleneâs throat. His other hand muffled the screams with his palm. Joleneâs eyes bulged out over his hand, and her own hands didnât fight his but instead clutched her black leather purse.
âJust stand back there, pops,â he said with an Oklahoma twang. âKeep a cool head and we can all walk out of this.â
âFunny words coming from a man just trashed my bar.â
He barked a little laugh at that.
âBrother, I just got here. This little bitch,â and he gave hera shake for emphasis, âis the fucking source of all our troubles, yours and mine. I donât know how sheâs been playing you, but if I had to guess, I think I could. I know how she suckered me.â
He took his arm away from her throat and cupped the crotch of her leather pants. She tried to say something through his other hand, but it kept it muffled.
âPlayed me but good, brother, and now sheâs playing you. When I came through that door sheâd done cleaned your register out.â
I took a step forward. The place was cleaned out, all right.
âYou really Jackie Blue?â Cole asked.
For the first time in a long time, I said yes.
He shook his head sort of sad like.
âWell, thatâs what I get for opening my big fat mouth. I done told this cooze enough stories about Jackie Blue back in the day to fill her head with âem. See, my pops used to ride through here, and he always told me that back then the hardest man in the hills was Jackie Blue. And so when weâd ride by, Iâd always have to tell this bitch here about it. I guess I might have oversold you and made Jolene here get some mighty bad ideas.â
She tried to shake her head, but I could see it was true. Sheâd known just who I was the moment sheâd walked through the door. Makes sense. Lucky is just what you call someone when you donât know how smart they are.
âThat may be,â I said, âbut still all the same, if a gal wants to take her leave of you, itâs best to let âem go without a fuss. What do you say?â
He laughed and yanked Joleneâs purse out of her hands. He shook it and it dumped out on the floor, and first out came all my money that she stole and then came pinkish-white bricks, one two three.
âBrother,â he said as I watched the Nazi dope pile on the floor,âit ainât the leaving so much as the stealing that bothers me.â
Well, damn.
âAll right,â I said. âI see it now. She done played you and then she played me. Figures. So you take whatâs yours and get on out and weâll call it a day. Howâs that sound?â
âSounds fine,â he said, then turned to Jolene. âScoop that shit upâleave Jackie Blueâs moneyâand letâs get going. Let you have one last ride before you get yours.â
âNo,â I said. âYou donât get it. The lady stays.â
He looked at me like I gone plumb crazy.
âJackie, I know sheâs got a snatch like hot butter, but come onâthis bitch is pure poison. You canât want her to stick around after she tried to rob the both of us.â
Thatâs so. But as much as I might like to see it, I canât let him hurt her. See, even if it was partway, or even in total, a lie, that girl made
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