Minor update changing some words but not the story. PDFs will be updated in the next part.
In the morning, Owen drove Ana back to the hospital for a fitting and more therapy. A specialist was going to come and start the build for a leg and foot that would mimic the real thing as close as they could. Owen dropped her off and waited in the van. He called Darrel, “tell me the Jeep is ready.” Darrel stepped away from the open hood of the Jeep he was rebuilding for Ana and asked, “something wrong with the van?” Owen looked at the pink and white leather with neon-green edging and said, “this color is making me sick, and Ana said she would rather walk to the hospital then go in the Pepto Abysmal.” Ana didn’t say she would rather walk, but she did say Pepto Abysmal. The Jeep was a 1995 Jeep CJ7 painted in desert camo with large tires and every bell and whistle they could attach. Ana had said she wanted one as a child and Owen was happy when Darrel said he had one he was rebuilding. For his part, Owen volunteered to do the work for free, and Wendy paid for the parts.
Noah “Skuzzy Depp” Franko sat on his corner around 4am in El Paso Texas waiting for his supplier. He was called Skuzzy Depp or Skuzzy D because he looked like a dirtier meth addicted version of the actor Johnny Depp. His supplier was a mule that came up from Mexico with above grade heroin. He sold other drugs, but the China White was what he was known for, but the drug was harder to come by with all the violence along the border. His clientele went from the party going college somethings to people of almost every age and description with only the connection of drug addiction. Many people found themselves addicted to opioids with a medical profession both giving them out like candy and cutting them off when addicted. Noah thought the whole thing was just a ploy to get people addicted and make money on rehab turning doctors into the cause and cure. He liked the new clients with their clean money and perks. More than a few of the soccer-moms would go to their knees for a hit.
The day came when Ana could go home. She would make a trip back to the hospital three times a week for a while for rehabilitation and her new prosthetic leg. It would be another week before her doctor, and the prosthetist was ready to help her with the task of walking again. Like so many other places in the country, the hospital had experience with this process because of the wars in the middle east. Hospital policy forced Ana into a wheelchair for her ride out pushed by an orderly with Owen walking next to her. They wheeled out to find a hot pink van with a pearl-white roof and pearl accents down the sides. Owen said, “Wendy thought you might like it.” Ana asked, “for what?” Owen smiled while he helped her into the van saying, “she wants you to use the van until you’re ready for something else or just may be ready to keep it.” Ana smiled saying, “I can see some girly girl type seeing this rolling bottle of Pepto-Bismol and going all crazy and while I appreciate the thought, I just don’t know how long I could drive it…... you know out in public looking like this.”
“Just stop,” Jessica said while she held the gun on Jeb and tried to back into the bedroom. Jeb Saw the gun then his brother’s body. He smiled and said, “my brother didn’t trust the gun, so he never kept a round chambered.” Jeb turned and went for his Colt Python revolver on the table. He heard Jessica rack the slide then fire the gun. Blood sprayed across the table and his prize pistol. His left arm went numb. The gun had bucked in Jessica’s hand, and she almost dropped it. Jeb picked up the revolver as Jessica ran the High Point until it was empty. She dropped the gun and picked up the 22/45. Jeb turned around dropping his gun. She wasn’t sure if she hit him six or seven times, but he was still standing. He said, “no fucking High Point is going to fucking kill me, peach.” He saw the look in her eyes change and knew he said the wrong thing. Jessica emptied the Ruger into his face. Jeb fell to the floor. Jessica dropped her gun and locked the knife open stabbing him until he was a ruin of blood and flesh.
Jessica heard something to her left near a hole that was closed with duct tape and cardboard. In that hole was one of the most handsome Hispanic men she had ever seen. He said something in Spanish, but she didn’t know the language. Using her knees and elbows, Jessica fought her way to the hole. The man said something else in Spanish putting his hand through the hole and cupping her cheek. He saw she didn’t understand so he said in English, “if things were different then we would help, but we are here to kill Americans.” He pulled his hand back and placed a rapid-release folding knife and a Ruger 22/45 semiautomatic handgun into the hole and said, “show them who you are.” Jessica’s father had this same gun, and he showed her how to shoot. She checked the gun finding ten rounds of copper plated hollow point 22s. She got to her feet despite the pain in her head and the pain from what he was doing to her. Her shirt was gone, and her pants and underwear were stained with blood. She put the gun at her side and the knife in her left hand and waited for them to come to her.
Jessica could smell the smoke as her mother’s body smoldered as Andrew and Ricky filled the hole with dirt. She was in Jeb’s lap as he stroked her hair and naked chest. He had done almost everything short of penetration, but Jessica knew that was coming. Her mother died not knowing she was screaming as the flames consumed her, but the sound rang in Jessica’s ears. Ricky walked in staring at Jessica asked, “well are you going to go or what…... I want to get my taste.” Jeb slowly lifted his head trying to look menacing. He said, “ain’t no way you’re getting any of this. This little peach is all mine.” Ricky looked at Jessica’s naked chest then back to the stern determined angry Jeb and asked, “what the fuck? What the fuck? Since when do we not share in the strange?” Jeb licked Jessica’s neck causing her to shiver. He said, “this here is my crew, and you do who and what I say. If you don’t like it, then we can talk outside.” Jeb leaned in and whispered to Jessica, “you are my little underripe peach, and I am going to eat you whole.”
Three days later after another surgery to rebuild her lower left leg, Ana sat in her hospital room half high on pain medication wondering if she could make her way through all that was to come. In the chair next to her bed was Owen who had not left her side since she was found in the desert. Between moments of clarity, Ana described her assailants and using footage from the store the police were able to set out an arrest warrant for the men. The sheriff told his men in person away from the feds and any reporters that, “I don’t want to see these guys walk into a courtroom as much as carried into the morgue.” Sheriff Harrold James wasn’t just the county sheriff he was Sam’s brother and Owen’s uncle. All the deputy sheriffs knew Owen and wanted to bring more than justice for Ana. While the sheriff’s department ran their search, Wendy and the others did their own.
The shop was closed with a good day in sales. Ana went out back to put some trash in a dumpster when something struck her from behind. The lights went dim as pain exploded in her head. She could see flashes of light and what could have been people. She could feel someone taping her hands behind her and carrying her over what hat to be a man’s shoulder. As the world came back into focus, she could see desert camo. The third man from that morning said, “hold on she’s starting to wake.” He struck her across the face putting her lights out. At first, all she could do was take in the scent of body odor, chewing tobacco, beer and some sort of rot. There was also an unbelievable pain. Her hands were taped to some sort of rail. Her face throbbed, and she felt cold as she was raped by the man called Jeb. He whispered into her ear, “who’s the asshole now spick.” His breath was worse than the foulest nastiest vomit covered bathrooms from when she was a maid in her father’s hotel. Jeb spasmed then came inside her. One of the others said, “we’ll need to bury her deep so no one will find her and all that DNA.” Ana’s vision slowly returned, and she saw she was naked and covered in something whitish and sticky. Off in the distance, she could hear someone digging in the sand and packed earth. The third man said, “my turn then we plant her.” Jeb asked her, “I wonder what will grow when we plant you?”
Sam spent the morning cleaning the shop and getting ready for both his reopening and the second of the month sale. He was a supporter of Every Second Matters movement that encourages people to open-carry on the second of every month to remind people that gun ownership is a right and not a privilege provided by the government. Sam had a stainless-steel Wilson Combat 1911 on his hip. The gun had Every 2nd Matters engraved along the slide with burled maple grips. Like everything else in the store, the gun was for sale. As he polished the glass counter, there was a knock at the door, “sorry folks but we don’t open for another hour.” The person knocked again. Sam wanted to say fuck off, but a sale is a sale. He opened the door to find his nephew Owen and a beautiful young girl. Owen asked, “we saw you were reopening and wondered if you could use some help?” Sam hugged Owen then he said, “I can use family more than help.” After a second of thinking about what he said, Sam said, “wait that doesn’t sound right.”