his bag of crack rocks, his pipe
and his lighter. And of course his trusty Colt .45 automatic. He
shoved the pistol down in his waist band and the dope, pipe and
lighter into his pocket, then headed for the door.
He stepped out into the garage and looked at his
father’s red and white ‘65 Corvette Stingray, and his mother’s
brand new Acura Legend. He smiled, guess they’re mine now. They
won’t be needing them where they are. Hell has no highways! He
laughed loudly, went to his pickup and got in.
He looked in the mirror at himself and smiled
largely. He punched a button on the remote garage door opener and
waited for the door to open. He backed out and closed the door,
then drove off down the street, his mind set on his mission.
He turned the volume up on the radio and listened to
his favorite recording, himself singing ‘ Friends In Low
Places’ , a song made famous by Garth Brooks in the early
‘90s. Danny’s version wouldn’t have been played on the radio if it
were the last recording on earth. Unless the show was a comedy
benefit. If that were the case Danny would have been in the running
for first place. He sang along perfectly with the rendition.
At a red light a cop turned in behind him. He tensed
and drove extra carefully. After six blocks the cop turned off and
Danny breathed a sigh of relief. His heart beat heavily in his
temples and he breathed shallowly, his mouth dry and hungry for
more of the mellowing smoke. He drove into a shopping center
parking lot and fed the dragon.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When Danny had been out of jail for a week, John
brought Judy and lil Billy home from the hospital in Austin. The
house in Wimberley had been finished the week before and they were
moved in and settled comfortably. John drove his Dodge Ram Turbo
slowly down the driveway and stopped in front of the house. He got
out, seeing Billy slam out the front door of the house like a
tornado. He was screaming and yelling excitedly in his eagerness to
see the baby.
“Let me see ‘im! Let me see ‘im!” he demanded, nearly
jumping up and down in his eagerness, as John helped Judy out of
the truck.
“Let’s get him and his momma inside first, Billy,”
John suggested, closing the door of the pickup and starting slowly
for the house.
“Momma told me I was his uncle!” Billy informed
them.
“Don’t see how you could be his aunt,” John teased
playfully.
“That’s mean, John!” Billy laughed, knowing John was
teasing him.
“Even if he was a she you’d still be her uncle,” John
laughed, helping Judy up the steps and onto the wide porch.
“That’s right uncle Billy,” Judy agreed. “Meet your
nephew, Billy John Travis.”
“I know his name, Judy,” Billy said opening the front
door. “I ain’t no moron, ya know!”
Judy laughed over her shoulder. She sat on the sofa
and when Billy was kneeling in front of her she folded the blanket
off lil Billy’s face and Billy stared at his nephew’s tiny sleeping
face.
“He’s so tiny,” Billy whispered, awed by the miracle
of the infant. “I can’t wait ‘till he’s big enough to play with!”
he added, thoughtfully.
“That’ll be a while, yet,” John said thoughtfully.
“I’m sure glad to be away from that hospital. Lot of sick folks
there!”
Billy looked at John and then back at his name sake.
He stared silently still in wonder at the child with a face the
size of a softball.
“John you may as well go back to the studio, there
isn’t much you can do around here. If I need anything I can get
Billy or Momma to get it for me,” Judy said, realizing John was
anxious to get back to the studio and the recording of his latest
song.
“If you’re sure,” John replied.
“I am.” she smiled.
“Well, I’ll be back later, then,” he said.
The drive to Austin was slow and easy. He arrived at
the studio and found the band practicing as they seemed to always
be doing. He had no idea that at that very time Danny Floyd was
leaving his house
and his lighter. And of course his trusty Colt .45 automatic. He
shoved the pistol down in his waist band and the dope, pipe and
lighter into his pocket, then headed for the door.
He stepped out into the garage and looked at his
father’s red and white ‘65 Corvette Stingray, and his mother’s
brand new Acura Legend. He smiled, guess they’re mine now. They
won’t be needing them where they are. Hell has no highways! He
laughed loudly, went to his pickup and got in.
He looked in the mirror at himself and smiled
largely. He punched a button on the remote garage door opener and
waited for the door to open. He backed out and closed the door,
then drove off down the street, his mind set on his mission.
He turned the volume up on the radio and listened to
his favorite recording, himself singing ‘ Friends In Low
Places’ , a song made famous by Garth Brooks in the early
‘90s. Danny’s version wouldn’t have been played on the radio if it
were the last recording on earth. Unless the show was a comedy
benefit. If that were the case Danny would have been in the running
for first place. He sang along perfectly with the rendition.
At a red light a cop turned in behind him. He tensed
and drove extra carefully. After six blocks the cop turned off and
Danny breathed a sigh of relief. His heart beat heavily in his
temples and he breathed shallowly, his mouth dry and hungry for
more of the mellowing smoke. He drove into a shopping center
parking lot and fed the dragon.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When Danny had been out of jail for a week, John
brought Judy and lil Billy home from the hospital in Austin. The
house in Wimberley had been finished the week before and they were
moved in and settled comfortably. John drove his Dodge Ram Turbo
slowly down the driveway and stopped in front of the house. He got
out, seeing Billy slam out the front door of the house like a
tornado. He was screaming and yelling excitedly in his eagerness to
see the baby.
“Let me see ‘im! Let me see ‘im!” he demanded, nearly
jumping up and down in his eagerness, as John helped Judy out of
the truck.
“Let’s get him and his momma inside first, Billy,”
John suggested, closing the door of the pickup and starting slowly
for the house.
“Momma told me I was his uncle!” Billy informed
them.
“Don’t see how you could be his aunt,” John teased
playfully.
“That’s mean, John!” Billy laughed, knowing John was
teasing him.
“Even if he was a she you’d still be her uncle,” John
laughed, helping Judy up the steps and onto the wide porch.
“That’s right uncle Billy,” Judy agreed. “Meet your
nephew, Billy John Travis.”
“I know his name, Judy,” Billy said opening the front
door. “I ain’t no moron, ya know!”
Judy laughed over her shoulder. She sat on the sofa
and when Billy was kneeling in front of her she folded the blanket
off lil Billy’s face and Billy stared at his nephew’s tiny sleeping
face.
“He’s so tiny,” Billy whispered, awed by the miracle
of the infant. “I can’t wait ‘till he’s big enough to play with!”
he added, thoughtfully.
“That’ll be a while, yet,” John said thoughtfully.
“I’m sure glad to be away from that hospital. Lot of sick folks
there!”
Billy looked at John and then back at his name sake.
He stared silently still in wonder at the child with a face the
size of a softball.
“John you may as well go back to the studio, there
isn’t much you can do around here. If I need anything I can get
Billy or Momma to get it for me,” Judy said, realizing John was
anxious to get back to the studio and the recording of his latest
song.
“If you’re sure,” John replied.
“I am.” she smiled.
“Well, I’ll be back later, then,” he said.
The drive to Austin was slow and easy. He arrived at
the studio and found the band practicing as they seemed to always
be doing. He had no idea that at that very time Danny Floyd was
leaving his house
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