dogfucker chet

The big Indian's name was Larry or something, and he wouldn't leave us alone. He had a little tube-shaped thing on his black leather jacket. He told us that it was a zip-gun and that it would "keep a nigger off yer back". Larry introduced us to his buddies, Chet and a quiet man who'd been in some horrible accident and was wearing a body cast. They were staying in a little trailer that looked like it rolled over more than once, judging by the dents and smashed in corners. Chet didn't look healthy. Tall and thin, but with a potbelly and instead of the whites of his eyes, I only saw red and yellow bloodshot. His foam-and-mesh cap read "I don't advocate drugs, sex, or violence, but they've always worked for me." I didn't trust any of them. Chet tried to pet my dog, and Larry said "Don't turn your tail on 'im dog - they call 'im dogfucker Chet for a reason."

Later we saw that Larry had stolen all of our stuff. We confronted him, and he claimed that the allegedly stolen items in his possession were actually his. The quiet man in the cast grunted out the command "give it back to 'em." Larry complied, and we got our stuff back.

the maverick

Danny lives by no law. I'll tell you, the guy is a convicted felon, and isn't allowed to have a gun. But everywhere he goes he has three loaded guns in the car, and doesn't even have them in a case. He gets stopped by the police for anything, and he's going to jail. He's been eating fresh venison since July 2, at least. He just shoots the deer and takes the prime cuts and leaves the rest for the flies and coyotes and buzzards. The other day he asked me to follow him into town for some reason. As we were getting into the construction zone, I let off the gas. Those road construction crews don't appreciate cars speeding through while they're working. But that doesn't bother Danny. He kept it pegged and drove through without slowing down. Just when I was starting to be amazed by his disregard for common courtesy (not to mention that it's illegal), I see that he's got a 12-gauge pointed out the driver's window and he blows away an orange traffic cone.