Hondo I. Sackett
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Hondo:Well, I hope it works for the best. By the way, Valentine was plannin' on doin' beer brats for supper. Not sure what with them, though. All y'all are welcome to join us for supper provided everyone pitches in. Be it with food, cookin', other prep work, or cleanin'. Fernando insists on this an' I reckon I agree with him. So ifin y'all want to join us see Valentine. I'll not be to far off ifin I'm needed. With a quick Nod Hondo took off before Jeanette could reply. He had other things on his mind. Hondo stepped into his camper and found Valentine working on some electronics at the table. Hondo: What ya workin' on? Valentine: figured I'd work on sound system for the camper trailers. I heard ya say we should have CB's in the for communications. Well, we had some parts an' I'm makin' a list so when we get the CB's I can rig modify them with mini touch screens for mucis playlists an' we can encode our transmissions. Hondo: Alway's thinkin' on your feet. One of the many reasons I love ya. Hondo smiled at her an' she smiled back but his smile faded and he gazed off into nothing for a moment. Valentine: Somethin' wrong? Hondo Hmm? Oh . . no, no. Just a lot on my mind. Need to clear my head. By the way, Jeanette may be stoppin' By I told her 'bout supper. Fernando an' I talked before hand. We agreed that everyone can dine together an' share but everyone had to pitch in an' help in some way or the other. He seems to think we have gone above an' beyond, at least in his way he said it, but we have a long way to go,an' shit ain't gonna happen by itself. Valentine: Fernando said we have a long way to go. Hondo: No. . . He isn't sayin' much of everythin'. . . . I gotta go take a walk. Hondo grabbed a handheld radio an extra pistol, his bowie, and a shotgun. Valentine: You always need to take a walk after talkin' with Fernando duin' a mission. Hondo: Only way I know how to clear my head, except drinkin' an' It's not the time to get drunk. Valentine: I know. So, what did Jeanette say? Hondo: 'bout what? Valentine: 'Bout supper an' helpin'? Hondo: Oh, oh, yeah, yeah. sorry. mMy mind is elsewhere. Valentine (grinned wryly): It doesn't show. Hondo: Smart-ass. . . . I didn't give her time to say much. I told her to see you. Ifin she does or not is up to her. If she doesn't cook expectin' them an' let Fernando deal with them helpin'. Otherwise have them finish helpin' setup, maybe one help with sides an' the rest can wash dishes. I know you can figure it out. You're a faily bright girl. Valentine grinned: Now who's bein' a smart-ass? Hondo gave her a quick grin, a two fingered salute, an' was off. He walked away from town an' the truck stop out into a large un-kept field. He stayed in sight of the campers. After a bit he found a rock to sit on under a tree. he sat starin' at the campers without really watchin' what was goin' on as his mind was busy sorting things out. It was rough country but it was soothing to him too. The meadow larks and red winged black birds sang their songs as the flew across the field. an' occasional butterfly flitted harmlessly through the air, dancing their ever changing dance on the ever changing arms of the wind. Most were unseen to Hondo at the time. Only new movements drug him from the deep casms of thought he was in and once verified as harmless, back into the abyss of thought once again he'd plunge.
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