Thanksgiving (3): From To Fetch A Thief
Whoa. What was going on? In no time, Bernie had stuck the gun in the console, unlocked Jocko’s cuffs, and they were climbing out of the cab.
“You stay right there, Chet,” Bernie said.
Stay right here? They’d moved out in front of the truck, seemed like they were about to throw down. How could I –
“I mean it, Chet,” Bernie said, and was still looking my way when Jocko wound up and threw a tremendous punch at Bernie’s head, on the bad eye side. Somehow Bernie saw it anyway and ducked, and not only that, but while ducking grabbed Jocko’s wrist, spun around and pulled down like he was snapping a towel – oh, we’ve had fun with towel-snapping, but no time to go into that now – and then came this CRACK, reminding me of when Bernie and Suzie did that wishbone thing on Thanksgiving, only much louder. Next was Jocko lying on the ground, yelling and moaning and twisting around.
Dan: We hope you’re doing better today.
Welcome Bear, Piper, Tallyho, the Snowdogs, Toto (possible Iggy pal).
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