The End of the Dream by Ann Rule

his classic features, muscular body, and dark curly hair, Julie, tall and slender and as fair as Scott was dark.
    Julie knew about the marijuana plots, but that wasn’t what drove her away from Scott. She left him for another woman. Scott was dumbfounded.   And bereft. When he first suspected Julie had taken a female lover, Scott simply could not believe it. But then he was a man on fire who had to have proof, so when Julie left one evening to visit Ursula Ving, * Scott followed her. After she went into Ursula’s house, he climbed a tree outside the bedroom window and watched in horrified fascination as Julie made love with a woman. He had seen them theretogetherand he could no longer deny what seemed impossible. His beautiful “Greener, “ his woman who had smelled like clover and sunshine and the wind in the cedars, was a lesbian. Scott’s male ego may have suffered a profound blow because he had once tried to “convert” another beautiful lesbian student at Evergreen. A female classmate and no fan of Scott’s recalled that situation to The Stranger, a Seattle publication, “My most outstanding impression of Scott Scurlock is that he was an asshole. I was in class with him at Evergreena full-time program. We met five hours a day, three or four days a week, for a term. “Scurlock was extremely handsome in a slick kind of way. He was rugged and outdoorsy, with a big head of curly black hair and tight jeans. And he was a jerk, a real jerk.
    Scurlock and a buddy of his in this program were in love with this woman in the class. She was incredibly beautiful and turns out she was a lesbian. They would sit around talking about her, how they were going to convert her. They sat around ogling this woman in class. It was like it really bugged him that a woman he wanted could care less about him. He (was) the cave man, Me want her.” But even Scott had not been able to seduce the beautiful lesbian.
    Scott wasn’t used to losing women, and his close friends remember how changed he was after Julie Weathers left him. There was a bitterness about him now, a hard edge they had never seen before.
    The fact that Julie chose a woman over him did terrible damage to his sense of self-worth and his masculinity. After Julie left, Scott didn’t seem to care about anything but money. Money afforded him the income that he needed to live his life exactly as he wanted. He sometimes explained that it was the actual spending of money that gave him satisfaction. He spent most of it on his journeys, he gave some of it away, and he bought whatever he wanted technical gadgets, guns, tools, books, furniture. Once he spent $3,000 on a lie detector. It was just something he was curious about. But he rarely bought clothes.
    Sometimes he would buy L. L. Bean clothes, but he wore them until they were old and scruffy. He still wore the same cheap Converse All-Star sneakers.
    The thing was that Scott Scurlock was so beautiful that no one noticed what he wore. Scott still laughed and he still behaved outrageously at times, but there was a side of himself that he kept hidden now. Kevin could be talking to him and see some door close behind his eyes.
    Suddenly, he wasn’t Willy Boss at all, now eighty percent of him was the same old Scott, twenty percent of him was a complete stranger.
    Disappointed and wanting not to believe what he already knew in his heart, Kevin had proof in the summer of 1986 that Scott was involved in a lot more than growing marijuana. One day he accepted Scott’s invitation to go for a ride. Scott drove far out into the isolated counties beyond Olympia. They were on a modern freeway, but the fir forests crowded up on both sides, and there were logging roads that snaked through stands of trees so thick that they shut out most of the sun. Kevin was gripped with a bleak kind of curiosity. He sensed that this trip was not one of their boyish adventures. Now he suspected that Scott was manufacturing crystal meth on a massive scale.