by Thadd Presley
He pulled close to the ledge and got out. The view took his breath away. Never did he realize how deep the quarry actually was. There was no wonder why his mother begged him not to swim there. It lookedto be nearly 400 feet deep.
He walked around to the passenger side and opened the door. While he whistled a tune, he retrieved his pistol from the glove compartment.He didn’t think there were predators near and even if they were he didn’t believe they would attack him. But, just in case, he slid the gun into his waist band at the small of this back.
then walked nearer the edge, still whistling.
Already the stress of the road was leaving him. A tiny echo of his own whistling came back to his ears and he smiled.
he thought, was anywhere you looked for it.
Then,a car horn blared behind him. He jumped and feared he would lose his balance. He was too close to the edge.
He heard laughter and without turning around, he knew the boys in the Honda had followed him.
A moment passed before he turned to faced the two boys who had began walking toward him.
“Better watch your step old man,” called the taller red-headed driver.
his passenger seconded.
Jerald noticed the face of the driver. It was red and twisted by rage.
Thecar! Where was it?
The boys stopped fifteen feet away. The were spoiling for a fight and weren’t going to stop until they found one.
Adrenaline flooded Jerald’s veins and fire filled his brain. Fucking punks, he thought. He hit the steering wheel with his palm. “I’ll not be fucked with today, thank you very much. Now, we had fun on the road,but this funny.”
The Honda’s passenger laughed. The driver looked hard at Jerold, but he was not as amused as his friend.
Jerald walked closer to his car.
“What you doing grandpa?”
Jerald wasn’t sure which asked him, but he didn’t answer back. Seemed today was a special day for punks. They thought they owned the road and wanted all their question answered.
I’m talking to you.”
Jerald turned and saw it was the red-haired boy speaking. He wasn’t any closer, but it looked like he was.
Nervously clasping his hands behind him, he felt the cold metal in his waste band. It calmed him a bit. He wasn’t going to let a pair of punks intimidate him. Especially after they put people’s lives in danger,his Porsche in danger, and followed him deep into a secluded,dangerous quarry.
Perhaps,they thought they could just do anything they wanted and get away with it.
Not today, Jerald thought. They weren’t getting away with anything.
No one was getting off easy today.
we will all get our fucking reward.
They did exactly as he’d thought they would. They began to walk toward him, in an attempt to intimidate him. And in many ways, it should have been frightening. They were younger. He was a middle-aged,balding man who couldn’t fight worth a piss and had no chance to beat them in a fair fight. His belly stood out a bit too far and he didn’t have the breath he once did. But Jerold McCleary wasn’t afraid.He’d realized recently that he wasn’t scared of anything anymore.
He’d been Mr. Nice Guy for far too long, but somehow he knew Mr. Nice Guy was on his way out.
was going to be in control of his destiny from this day forward,
instead of going with the flow.
Assholes,especially assholes like these, were used to pushing people around.They expected everyone to cower in fear because that’s what people usually did when confronted by a unified front. They had forgotten how easily bullies crumble to the strong and courageous. They needed someone to step into place and do what they were too afraid to do themselves.
More and more, recently, Jerold had been thinking of the world and the pitiful state it was coming to. He was prepared to act on his instincts an create a new life for himself and his loved ones. It had become painfully obvious to him that the world needed someone with guts, someone with a pair of balls. There was just no other choice to make.
He had to do what was required of him. If not for his family, then he must do it for all the other struggling families in the world.
It would make the world a better place.
Copyright Thadd Presley — All Rights Reserved
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.