Murder on the Red River by Marcie R. Rendon

Author:Marcie R. Rendon
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781941026533
Publisher: Cinco Puntos Press
Published: 2017-03-09T05:00:00+00:00

Sun-drenched wheat fields. Healing rays of god’s love wash gently over me. Oh, hell, thought Cash, as she turned the country station on as loud as she could handle. She supposed some day she’d have to write that down. The bottom drawer of her dresser was almost filled with notepads of—what? Poems? Songs? Had never occurred to her to think about what it was she was writing. But the words would come into her head and run through her brain waves until she put them on paper. Once they were written down, they quit popping up through her consciousness. Time to do it for this one because god’s love wasn’t doing her or anyone else all that much good.

The news came on the radio station. Apparently the VC were presenting an eight-point peace plan and then something about the Paris peace talks still being at a stalemate. Meanwhile the body count rose. Cash had had her fill of getting shot at. Not something she wanted to face on a nightly, hourly basis. No thanks. She wanted a drink so bad. Didn’t make sense though. Instead, she pulled off the main road where she could see no farmers were out plowing or combining. She drove about a quarter of a mile onto a mud field road, got out of her truck, pulled the rifle from behind the seat. She walked the small ditch for a few yards, finding three empty beer bottles along the way.

She set the bottles on top of three fence posts, with four fence posts between each one.

She opened the driver’s door of her truck, rested the rifle through the open window. She fired off bullets until the three beer bottles were shattered glass. Not that bad, she thought. But not that good either. With eight bullets she’d eventually hit all three bottles. She put a new bullet in the chamber and the safety back on the gun.

She put it back behind her seat and sat there watching a few birds fly. The white clouds drift across the sky. Smoking. Not really thinking about anything. Just sitting. She could smell the earth, the combined field she sat next to. Thank god she drank. She really didn’t know how she’d get through life any other way.

She had gotten over missing her mom, her brother and her sister years ago. Or at least she thought she had. Wheaton was her only real friend. Jim didn’t count. She should have whacked him with the cue stick last night. Always trying to appease folks. Come on, Cash, let it go. Yeah, she figured that’s how folks ended up dead. Just letting it go. Well, so far she had had to let go of everyone who mattered to her. Maybe she didn’t want to just let it go anymore.

Maybe she should have stopped Josie from drinking the other day.

Cash thought about how in the past, without knowing it, she would find herself scanning the cabs as the beet trucks or grain trucks lined up in the fall, looking at the drivers, never quite admitting to herself she was looking for her ma.

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