KD
23
By the time the sun rose, I was already showered, dressed, and pouring myself a cup of coffee. I’d always been an early riser. There was something about sleeping past 6 a.m. that made me feel lazy. If the sun was up, I should be too. Besides, I had too much planning and preparation for my upcoming event to be lying in bed.
“Morning, Daddy.” Tyler came into the kitchen wearing his bathrobe and slippers.
“Morning, son. What time you boys get in last night?”
“I guess about two, two thirty. We stopped off at the Horseshoe and had a couple of beers.”
“And some pussy,” I added with a laugh.
He laughed too. “Well, yeah, we got some of that too. Who says no to free pussy? Peter Lee got a new batch of girls for you and asked me and the boys to come over and try them out. I couldn’t say no to that.”
I chuckled. Damn boy was just like his old man, loved to fuck.
“So, were they mostly beaners? I ain’t pay that Chinaman to bring me beaners,” I snapped. Being close to the border, it was easy for Lee to get Mexicans and Central Americans, but I needed a higher class of whore for my business.
“No, mostly Asian, but he had a few black ones too. There was one black girl with big titties that looked like your type, Daddy.”
“How big?” It was early, but the boy had my attention. “As big as Celeste?”
“No, sir! That Celeste has some of the biggest titties I’ve ever seen.” He shook his head.
My face lit up at the thought. “Me too, and I been around a lot longer than you.”
We both had a good laugh.
“Lemme go get dressed. It’s almost time for work.”
I stood at the kitchen window, looking out at the fields. When I heard a car door slam around the side of the house, I put down my coffee and left the kitchen. I needed to see who the hell was at my house at this time of day.
I picked up my .38 just in case, then opened the front door and stepped onto the porch to see an El Paso Sheriff’s Department cruiser parked alongside it.
“What the hell are you doing on my damn property this early?” I growled. “You’re lucky I didn’t shoot you.”
“Morning, Sheriff—uh, I mean KD.” A tall, lanky man in an El Paso Sheriff’s uniform approached me. I recognized Roscoe Thomas immediately. He’d started out with me back when I was the sheriff. He was actually pretty lazy, which was a big part of why I’d helped him get elected. I didn’t want anyone I couldn’t keep under my thumb snooping around my place or my businesses. Tyler had wanted to run for sheriff of El Paso a few years back, but he was much too valuable to me as a highway patrolman, where he had jurisdiction all over the state, so Roscoe was the next best thing.
“We just came by to say hello and make sure everything’s all right out here. That’s all. How y’all been?” Roscoe put one foot on the bottom of the porch and leaned on his knee.
“We . . .” I echoed, looking over the yard. I hadn’t noticed the other two police cars parked over by the trucks, or the four other men—two black and two white—all wearing police uniforms I didn’t recognize. I didn’t appreciate seeing them now, especially on my property. Two of the men were over by the tractor trailers parked on the side of the house. One of the black guys took out his phone and took a picture of all the license plates, while the white guys took pictures of the buildings.
I rushed over to the side of the porch and leaned over the railing. “Hey, what the fuck are you doing? You get the fuck away from there right now!” I turned back to the sheriff. “Roscoe, what the fuck is going on?”
“Calm down, Mr. Shrugs. We’re just here for a friendly visit,” the other black guy said to me. His voice was deeper than any I’d ever heard, and from his mannerisms, I could tell he was the one in charge.
“Mister, I don’t know who the fuck you are, but unless you have some kind of warrant, I suggest you get the fuck off my property.”
“Um, KD, this here is Sheriff Derrick Hughes from Fulton County, Georgia,” Roscoe said.
“Fulton County, Georgia?” I scowled. “You’re a long way from home. That’s almost a twenty-hour drive.”
“Yes, sir.” Hughes gave me a prideful smirk as he stepped onto the porch. “Nice to finally meet you, KD. I made the trip just to see you.”
“If you’re from Georgia, why the fuck are you all the way out here in El Paso, Texas? And more importantly, why are you at my place?” He towered over me, but I was determined to let him know that I wasn’t intimidated. I tried to eyeball him, but he was one big-ass nigger face to face.
“We’re here because some mutual friends of ours sent me to check on you—take you to breakfast and make sure you understand how things are gonna go from here on out,” he said bluntly. “You see, I’m also the newly elected president of the Sheriffs Association.”
Well, fuck me. They really did elect a nigger.
“Boy, the chances of us having mutual friends is slim to none. Which are about the same chances of me sitting down to eat with your black ass,” I snarled.
“Well then, I guess I have to explain it to you right here and now.” Hughes took a step closer, smiling at me all nice and polite. He was one confident nigger. “If you want these trucks of yours to continue traveling cross country without being disturbed or pulled over every ten miles, then you’d better start playing ball with everybody. And I do mean
