Orphan Maker by D Jordan Redhawk

Author:D Jordan Redhawk [Redhawk, D Jordan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Gay & Lesbian
ISBN: 9781594933196
Publisher: Bella Books
Published: 2013-09-30T22:00:00+00:00

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The Baxters turned out to be identical triplets—Gary, Greg, and Gerry. Relieved that they had taken some pains to appear different from one another, Gwen ran their names and characteristics through her head like a mantra. Gary sported a full beard, Greg had long hair, and Gerry preferred shaving his head. The rest of their clan consisted of Gary’s and Greg’s girlfriends, their two sons, a sister sharing Gwen’s name and two Gatos. Pleased to see familiar ethnic faces, Gwen warmly greeted her former family members with hugs and kisses. Rogelio had trimmed his hair to its former military flattop, and decent food had helped fill out his husky build. Cain, a Vietnamese, didn’t look much different from the last time she’d seen him. He was still sallow and thin, though he had shaved off his Fu Manchu beard and mustache.

Cain rubbed Kevin’s cropped head with a laugh. “Check you out, dawg! You off tap for shizzle. Going to get them drawers, huh?”

Kevin’s complexion was dark, but Gwen bet he was blushing so hard he’d set off fire alarms.

“What’s that mean? ‘Get some drawers.’” Terry frowned at the camaraderie.

“Um.” Gwen looked at Loomis who was busy talking to two of the Baxter men. “Getting a girlfriend,” she said, not quite lying. She didn’t think Loomis would appreciate her telling him it meant getting into a woman’s pants.

Terry grimaced, still at the age when girlfriends were a hindrance rather than something to desire. “Come on, Kevin. Let’s get our tent set up.” He tugged on his friend’s arm possessively.

“A’ight.” Kevin proceeded to give each of the Gatos a complicated handshake, a grin splitting his face, before following Terry to the cart.

“Little man looks good,” Rogelio said. “So do you and Lucky, chica.”

“Graciás. You guys look good too. How they treating you?” The three of them drifted a bit away to allow some privacy.

“Not bad,” Cain said. “Wasn’t sure what to expect with all the white bread we got here.”

“Me, neither.”

Gwen frowned. She hadn’t really thought of that. In the gang, race had no meaning. Sure, there were assholes that made derogatory comments about others because of their skin color, but they were put down pretty quick. She frowned and looked over the field as another wagonload of people made their way past. With the Gatos she’d been a minority. Now most of the gang were outnumbered. The issue hadn’t even occurred to her.

“So, the Baxters ain’t haters?”

“Nope,” Rogelio said. “They’re nice folks.”

“Folks?” Gwen repeated, beginning to laugh. “Dawg, you been here too long! You starting to sound like them!” Cain joined in her laughter.

Rogelio blinked wide-eyed a moment before catching the humor and snickering. “You should talk, chica,” he said, looking her up and down. “No bling-bling, homemade shoes—what up wit dat?”

She nudged him with her shoulder, still chuckling. “Same thing up wit choo.” She tugged at his shirt. It resembled one of the tunics they’d found in McAdam.

He blushed and grinned.

“Hey, Gwen!”

She turned to see Loomis waving at her.

“Let’s get the camp together.

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