The Making of Blackwater Jack by Chandler Roy F

Author:Chandler, Roy F. [Chandler, Roy F.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Katherine R. Chandler
Published: 2014-05-10T16:00:00+00:00

17

New Bloomfield, PA

They sat as they often did, Jack thought, probably looking like conniving Elizabethan thugs from the movie Oliver on a military school bench.

Although they appeared to be discussing the condition of the school's Centennial Hall, Shooter Galloway was dissecting Blackwater Jack's scheme to re-enter Afghanistan, shoot to death a nest of villains, and escape unsuspected.

Galloway exhaled dramatically. "So, you fly into where no airlines fly, you hunt big game where no one has hunted anything except humans for at least ten years, you shoot the men of a small village, and you somehow withdraw to safety without most of Afghanistan or the United States military noticing."

Shooter pretended astonishment. "I just love simple, finely-detailed plans like that, Jack. You could work in Washington D.C. Man, you could prosper in The White House's Absurdity Section."

Jack pretended appreciation. "I just knew you would admire my scheme. Although, I confess that it needs a bit of detailing."

Galloway asked in all seriousness, "I don't suppose there is any way I can convince you to set this all aside? You could let it simmer for a few more years until the area quieted a bit and hunters were actually going in and out of those mountains."

"Doubtful. The Sheik looked sort of old. He might die."

"And that wouldn't suit?"

"Of course not, Galloway. It's called payback, and you ought to understand that appeal."

Galloway did understand revenge, in spades! He had worked diligently at similar vengeance for more than a decade, but, well, his payback had been possible. Blackwater's? Maybe not.

They sat while Galloway weighed options and let his friend stew.

Finally he said, "All right, Jack. I understand your need where others might not. Darn few in this world think in terms of grabbing a Colt pistol and settling scores. Most look to the courts, and if the law can't deliver, the case ends then and there. But, if your hunt turns out to be beyond reason, can you agree to let it go for now and look again later?"

Blackwater stirred as if uncomfortable.

"Look, Shooter, I've been more than clear. My foot is fine, and I am in shape for anything. Ex-Colonel Saltz is still putting his thugs into my sights. They show up smirking and sneering, still asking if I have something to tell them.

"Saltz is now living here in the county, did you know that, Shooter? He's built a fortress on top of the south ridge, and his conflicts with the law are leaking into our court system. He is like poison gas. It just seeps in barely noticed until it is too late."

"I want it all, Galloway. Just as you wanted all of the Elder men, not just Boxer."

Yeah, Shooter Galloway understood the feeling, but . . .?

Jack added, "I didn't even like Lieutenant Gold or Sergeant First Class Swartz. They were Saltz's creatures, but they were American soldiers following a superior's orders, and for that they get pissed on and forgotten? I don't think so.

"I'm not seeking reasons for not digging that ancient rat out of his burrow.

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