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Bug On The Run

She knew that rat bastard was running around this god-forsaken desert. There had to be a thousand caves, canyon cuts, and cantinas between here and flagstaff. Determined to kill him before (Someone Else) did it, She would keep looking. The bug stumbled and sputtered to life; as she slammed the door, the map said head east. Truxtun was the next town over, and she figured that GW might very well have himself holed up in some desert crossroad bar between here and there. On the other hand, he could be lazily napping away in a hammock strung up in a deep cavern on the other side of the mountain. The idea of either of them made her blood boil. “That SOB!” she said,

allowed. “I owe him something.”

She tucked a revolver into the side pocket in her bag. nick groaned. “Oh, quit,” she grumbled back. “He deserves it, and besides, your a dog.” Nick turned and curled himself up on the back seat of the bug. He knew the drill. Long days spent in the bug was what he thrived on.

As the bug sputtered off, she saw it out of the corner of her eye. there it was, stuck on an old telephone booth a sticker “Hayduke Lives!” She knew He had been this way. She was on the right track.

The sticker was used as a sort of lamp postmarking, like a spy using tradecraft. GW and June had made a few dozen “Heyduke Lives!” decals and used them to mark their territory. One of them had to buckle down and be a reasonable human being, and she felt like she was the only one to pull it off. That was years ago, and she had long gotten over the silly masquerade that they pretended they were some desert outlaw tribe running around the Mohave Desert like some desert rat Bonnie and Clyde., He, on the other hand, stole the cash she had saved up cleaned out her liquor cabinet and took nick and headed out to one of his desert hiding holes. Nick being the range dog he was spent a couple of days out there with him before finding his way back to town to sleep on the living room floor.

Pulling onto old route 66, she headed east and then turned south onto a dirt road and off into the desert. She knew he was out here and where to start looking. If he were lucky or had any sense, he would have already moved on, but “No,” she thought, “Not too smart after all,” she went on in her head. Nick Grumbeled again as if he read her mind. “Shhh!” She said as the bug bobbled on down the dirt road.

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