2008-9-15 04:07:00
by Ted Dewey
Precious hours were slipping by. As yet, neither of the two men had come up with an answer as just what to do with that black, pointed-eared monster lying on that doorstep.
"That Doberman Pincher will listen to no one but its' master," said Rodney. "And unlike the guards at the other place, it has no fear of a loaded gun. It's very likely he is a trained killer and will go straight for the throat."
"We had a lucky break when we crept up to that shed." Henry commented. "He was upwind and couldn't smell us. If the wind had been blowing the other way he would raised all kinds of hell. Baker and whoever is with him would of came on the run."
Rodney nodded. "We got to figure out a way to silence that son of a bitch. A gun would make to much noise. We got to be mighty quiet until we light that fuse and toss it into that shed. By the way, we've got to get hold of dynamite caps and fuse. Where do we get these items?"
"The County Road Department keeps a stock on hand. But there is another problem."
"And what is that?"
"Whoever goes after the stuff must pay cash and sign a slip. I don't think it would be wise to have anyone around here know that we had just bought some dynamite."
"I get what you mean. So where do we go from here?"
"There is a lot of it up in The Valley, left there by the blasting crew."
"Can we get into that cave back in that hillside?"
Henry nodded. "No problem. I can use the cutting torch if necessary."
"Good. Then take me to a phone booth and I will call Phoenix and have them send out a small chopper and pick us up at the airport. This way we will report to Thomas. He might be quite worried."
"Good idea. There is a pay phone at the airport which is only a ten minute drive. If they can send one right out we might just as well leave the car there. It will save time."
"Sounds good. Let's get going."
"Just one question. I know that it is none of my business but does Ventures Unlimited own all these choppers that are at our command?"
Rodney shook his head. "No. They belong to a flying and rental service in Phoenix. They give us a good rate and keep their mouths shut about what we are doing. So far it has worked out quite well. Any particular reason why you ask?"
"No, just curious I guess. But if we owned a small one and could operate it, that shed would be no problem. Neither would that potlicker lying on that doorstep. We could just settle down on our target, light the fuse, then takeoff."
Rodney laughed. "Keep trying Henry. Sooner or later you will come up with a solution. I have a lot of confidence in you."
"Thanks. I keep racking my brain but nothing good comes out; but I will keep trying."
"We don't have much time. The day after tomorrow those gangsters from Chicago will be here and we must be ready for them."
Henry grinned, "We will give them a reception like they have never had before! That I promise you."
"Now you are talking!" Rodney rose to his feet. "Let's get going!"
Julie was all smiles as she came walking out of the kitchen. "I'm ready."
Henry walked over to a cabinet in the wall and opened the door and drew out an old 12 gauge, single-barrel shotgun, and put the stock to his shoulder. There was a twinkle in his eye. "This, we will take along with us, and I think that when I am through doing a little work on it, it will be the answer to our problems.
-- End Of Chapter Thirty --
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