BR: He's a rough piece of work.
DIR: He's close to CRUSADER RABBIT. We might learn a few things.
BR: Yes, Sir.
DIR: Good day, Dwight. And, again, my condolences.
BR: Good day, Sir.
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(New Hebron, 8/12/65)
He never thought it. He never said it. It was ugly. It was stupid. It made you THEM.
Wayne took back roads. Wayne saw shit shacks and crop rows. Wayne saw THEM.
They tilled dirt. They hauled brush. They dished slop. Wayne watched. Wayne made them Bongo. Wayne made them Wendell D.
Wicked Wendell-last seen in Bakersfield-redneck California. Work first/Bakersfield _soon_/New Hebron now.
New Hebron was redneck. New Hebron was small. New Hebron was _trиs_ Mississippi. Bob Relyea gigged there. Bob ran Wild Rabbit's hutch. Bob ran his Klan kompound.
Bob had kadre guns. Wayne had kadre money. Kall it: Kadre meets Klan.
Wayne drove slow. Wayne watched THEM. He felt bifurcated. He felt travel-fucked.
He'd rotated west. He split Saigon. He had three weeks in. He cooked horse. He packaged horse. He followed horse west.
Pete was in Laos. Ditto Mesplиde. Mesplиde just rotated in. They ran Tiger Kamp. They ran slaves. They cooked base.
Pete got antsy there. Pete got bored. Pete bought a bomb raid. Pete bought some Marv pilots. Said pilots napalmed Ba Na Key.
They deforested. They depilatoried. They defoliated. They torched a dope camp. They torched a dope field. They spared the camp lab. They cued in Tran Lao Dinh. Tran sacked the lab. Tran stole M-base and equipment. Tran fed it to Tiger Kamp.
Laurent was in Bon Secour, Alabama. Ditto Flash E. Pete nailed a boat there. Flash knew boats. Laurent knew carpentry.
One charter boat-one overhaul-one war boat boocoo.
Pete's plan: You view the guns. You pay Bob. You route said guns-New Hebron to Tiger South. _You_ drive to Bon Secour then. _You_ play backup. _You_ jam this clown Danny Bruvick.
Loops. Rotations. Travel fucks.
Flash was travel-fucked. Flash looped through Cuba. Flash dipped in via speedboat. Flash dropped Fuentes and Arredondo. They stayed there. Flash looped on back. Flash looped to Bon Secour.
Soon:
Arms run #1. The _Ebbtide_ revamped-the new _Tiger Klaw_ boocoo.
Wayne cut east. Wayne hit dirt roads. Wayne saw paper mills and compost burning. Wayne saw Bob's "farm."
One shack-Bob's "Fьhrer Barn." One gun range adjacent. Klan klowns kluster. Klan klowns klique. Klan klowns klip targets.
Wayne pulled in. Wayne parked. Wayne smelled cordite and horse shit. Wayne walked in the barn. Cold air hit him-the "Fьhrer Igloo."
He shut the door. He laughed. He sneezed.
Rebel-flag drapes. Rebel-flag rugs. Rebel-flag furniture. Tracts on a table-Wayne Senior's script-"Red Racemixers"/"Spook Coonfidential."
Ammo on a couch/sheets on a table/hoods on a stool. Dry-cleaned and folded. All cellophaned.
Wayne laughed. Wayne sneezed. The door popped open. Bob Rabbit walked in. Bob wore fatigues. Bob wore jump boots. Bob detached his Klan hood.
Wayne laughed. Bob shut the door. Bob refroze the igloo.
"It ain't _GQ_, but it works."
Wayne tapped his pockets. "I brought the money."
"Your daddy says hi. He always asks about you."
"Let's see the guns."
"Let's jaw first. 'Hey, Bob, how's the hammer hangin'?' 'Long and strong, Wayne, how about you?'"
Wayne smiled. Pete whomped on Bob. Pete boxed his rabbit ears. Pete avenged Ward Littell.
"Let's see the guns."
Bob packed his nose. Bob jammed in Red Man snuff.
"The niggers are rioting in L.A. I told my boys, 'It'd take some napalm and two hundred Wayne Juniors to stop that thing.'"
Wayne sneezed-cold air and snuff.
"Cut the shit and show me the guns."
"Let's jaw first. We discuss the nigger problem, and I show you my correspondence file from the Missouri State Pen."
Wayne said, "You're wearing me thin."
Bob rubbed his nose. "I got letters from Jimmy Ray and Loyal G. Binns. They're both good haters and pliable as shit. I think they'll join up when they get-"
Wayne walked. Wayne bumped Bob deliberate. Wayne walked to the kitchen.
A TV was on. Negroes cavorted. Negroes threw rocks. Negroes stole liquor. The sound was off. Said Negroes yelled. Their teeth glowed bright.
Bob walked in. Bob bumped Wayne deliberate. Bob popped an unplugged meat freezer.
Guns: M-14s/pumps/bazookas.
Bob pinched a nostril. Bob blew excess snuff.
"I got all the requisite ammo and eight M-132 Zippos out at the range. Some guys heisted a National Guard post in Arkansas. My contact knows them, so we got first dibs. I figure you got plenty of shit for Tiger South and your Cuban run."
"How much?"
"Thirty-five, which is a yard-sale fucking price, if you want my opinion.
Wayne grabbed a pump. Wayne checked the slide. Burn marks/no maker code.
"It's been dipped. There's no serial numbers."
"They're all that way. The guys didn't want the shit to be traced back to the heist."
Wayne grabbed an M-14. Wayne grabbed a bazooka.
"It's good ordnance. It looks too good to be Guard issue."
"Don't complain. We got a fucking bargain."
Wayne grabbed an M-14. Wayne checked the barrel lug.
"Pete wanted the serial numbers to show. It's a terror tactic. If the stuff gets captured, the Castro guys will know it's U.S. donation stock."
Bob shrugged. "It's not like you got it at Sears, with the fucking price tag attached and the lifetime warranty."
Wayne peeled K-notes-all krisp and klean/all logged and laundered.
Bob laughed. "You don't try to break one of those at your local Tastee Freez."
Wayne tapped the TV. Wayne got some sound. Guns popped. Sirens hummed. Negroes frolicked.
o o o
Boat work:
Laurent rigged the gun nests. Flash scraped the hull. They lugged tools. They dropped tools. They dripped sweat.
They devolved the _Ebbtide_. They refaced the _Ebbtide_. They reCubafied.
They draped nets. They smeared sails. They scraped teakwood. They camouflaged. They built a mock-Cuban boat.
Flash gripped a sander. Flash scuffed the bridge. Flash scraped mahogany. Danny Bruvick watched. Danny Bruvick moaned. Danny Bruvick sipped Cutty Sark.
Wayne watched. Wayne prickled. Wayne yawned. He drove sixteen hours. He loop-the-looped. He scoured ol' Dixie.
He split New Hebron. He popped bennies. He drove to Port Sulphur. He hit Tiger South. He dropped the guns. He drove to Bon Secour.
Flash had orders-direct from Pete.
Pete don't trust Danny. Danny's got this ex. She's shacked with Ward Littell. We brace Danny-me and Laurent-Jefe Carlos too. We read Danny Tiger Law. You kowtow to Tiger Kode. You kart us to Kuba.
Danny's a punk. Danny's a souse. Danny might call his ex and boo-hoo. Your job-don't let him.
Dusk hit. Flash rigged work lights. Laurent Cubafied. Wayne sipped beer. Wayne studied maps.
Sexy Cuba and Bakersfield-bumfuck California.
o o o
Boat work:
Laurent climbed masts. Laurent stitched sails. Flash tuned the engines. Danny Bruvick watched. Danny Bruvick watched blotto.
Wayne walked to slip 18. Wayne watched long-distance. Flash had new orders-direct from Pete.
The ex is named Arden. Danny's pussy-whipped. Danny might call her and sing the blues. Your job-don't let him. It pertains to Carlos-some weird gig-thus mum's the word.
Flash hauled fuel cans. Laurent soldered drums. Wayne watched. Benflies parched him dry. Wayne sipped apple juice.