Postwar Dinosaur Blues by Darrell Bain

Author:Darrell Bain [Bain, Darrell]
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Science fiction, General, Fiction, Action & Adventure, Fiction - General, Men's Adventure, Brothers, Vietnam War; 1961-1975, Americans, Vietnamese Conflict; 1961-1975, Veterans, Pygmies, Congo (Democratic Republic), Dinosaurs
ISBN: 9781933353654
Publisher: Twilight Times Books
Published: 2005-09-14T19:30:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Williard spent the next day and night on the beach, returning only occasionally for food or drink, after Jason assured him that Fred would provide all the help needed for repairs. Jerry and Donna left the plane and joined them. Donna refused to leave the beach after she got there. The UZI-toting mechanics and pilots scared her. Jerry stayed with her, trying to cheer her up.

“Relax, babe, these guys are friends. Besides, how would anyone else know we're here?”

“They'll find us,” Donna warned.

“One look at you girls and they'll forget all about us,” Jerry said. The little beach was so isolated that they had all stripped down to briefs.

“That's what I'm afraid of,” Donna said. She rolled over on her stomach, in the same position that Terry was laying. Going topless had given them both sunburns in sensitive places. Williard sat up on the tarpaulin and sipped at his warm drink, wishing there was an ice machine somewhere, but this end of Little Cayman didn't even have electricity or phone lines, which, he supposed, was why Fred had located his field here. The distance from Grand Cayman allowed planes to come in under the radar blanket of the commercial field there. Fred had also told them that custom inspectors made themselves scarce for only nominal sums of money and almost certainly wouldn't be around to bother them before they left. If they ever got out of the shadow of the Mafia, Williard thought this might be a good place to return to. They could maybe run a diving boat with Jerry's experience and if the old Albatross made it to Africa and back, it would do for charters until they could afford something better. He had gotten so used to free and easy dealings in war time Vietnam that he doubted he would ever be satisfied with a regular job. And Terry was nice. Maybe she would stay with him for a while, even if he didn't intend to ever join the rat race. She would probably expect him to eventually, though. Most women did, sooner or later. Oh well, maybe the expedition would pay off and make them so much money she would be content to just retire to a beach such as this one for a while. Williard's idyllic thoughts were interrupted by Jason's shout. “Jim! Jerry! Get your asses back! We got trouble!”

Oh shit, Williard thought. “Here we go again.”

He climbed into his pants and shirt and waited impatiently while the girls got their clothes back on. Once Jason had gotten their attention, he had begun running back toward the little airfield, not waiting to tell them what the trouble was.

When they emerged from the cover of the palm trees, he saw that the Albatross was pulled up to the tanker Fred used for refueling. Jason was running around the plane, checking it out for takeoff. Williard told the girls to get aboard while he and Jerry stopped Jason for a moment. “What's happened now?”

“We got lucky, that's what happened.

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