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Without a sound and without warning a shadow moved across the ground in front of him. In a flash Ray knew someone or something was immediately behind him. But then everything went dark.

It was some time before Ray could feel again. And it was sheer pain. An excruciating throbbing in his head. All was still dark, but at least he knew he was breathing. But this was no hangover. Ray's mouth was full of dirt and blood, and his tongue swollen making it hard to swallow.

Face down in the scorching Arizona sand, Ray knew he was already dehydrated. But weak or strong it wouldn't have mattered, since his hands were ziptied behind his back. Not sure how long he'd been unconscious, and the voice behind him provided nothing. If it were not for the stabbing throb in his head, Ray would have little explanation apart from his wrecked Ford F250 a few yards away.

Still these were pieces. And pieces to puzzle Ray shuddered to put together. "Dammit Ray...I know she told you where the money was."

"She" Ray Thought.
How trivial his assailant made her sound.
She was anything but....

And he would never forget her face. Those eyes always knew him the way no one else ever did. The way she always looked up at him as if to say "Ray you're an idiot, but I'm in love with you." And the way she caressed him....

"Alright it's your decision. Hope you like getting baked. But them buzzards will pick you a part before you pass out" the man said with a new determination.

But Ray couldn't find her name. All he could feel was stabs in his head. Even in the light of a hellish desert sun, he was a man groping in the dark.

[quote=Big Rob;6772355]Totally Poached this from Kims Music thread...

i reported to the police station and passed the test, rightfully so and the insurance paid me out

"It doesn't matter Ray. Just figured I'd give you the chance to tell me before you die. This way you could save her life. But either way I'll find that money. She'll talk. They always do" said the man.

Just then the horror of the girl being tortured by this monster seemed to summon a moan of defiance from deep inside. Ray heard it as if he was already gone and watching his body from the outside. But it was his living voice garbling "no.... please" and the sound gave him hope.

highway 95 proceeding to wubin

https://maps.google.co.nz/maps?hl=en&authuser=0

hard question, i know several words

what is an oil can of fosters, does it work for hiluxes

prefer cutting fingers off of the crusty sandwiches

think i may lack a sense of continuity for writing

remind me to tell you about the mazda sometime

red guitar by australian crawl

"What this?! The great Ray Roberts pleading. Not so damn cocky are ya now!" he said with an insidious smile. After years of being passed over for want of a college degree, or perhaps an occasional flub on a job, Dieter was finally getting some respect. And it made him lust for more. "Come to think of it Ray, it's no good you not gettin' to see that #*%#@ squeal when I %#@%$&*" boasted Dieter. "Gary pick 'em up!" He ordered.

And a moment later Ray felt huge arms pulling him up from behind. The full daylight blasted his red caked face. He looked like some tribal cannibal because of the mud made from his own split skull. Perhaps it was the sun or being vertical again or the realization that this Gary was jerking him up like a dusty bale of hay, Ray got a recollection of laughter at Zane's Grill. Not that they ever grilled anything there. It was just a greasy bar, but it was an honest enough place for buddies to throw back a few cold ones. Especially after a long day's job. And it was this guffaw from Zane's, sometime in the distance, which allowed Ray to finally put some piece of this headache together. Gary had a stupid look on most of the time, but he was an alright guy, especially over a drink. He'd laugh at anything. Even when it was mostly directed at him. 'Yea, this was Gary. Big ******* too' thought Ray.

'So, if this is Gary, then that must be his uncle.' Ray never met Dieter, but heard his name a time or two. Usually only when a big job came down. Seemed to make guys nervous, so talk was quickly hushed. Even Gary was witted enough to not say much about him. Or too scared. Which was more likely.

"She's gone. And you won't find her." said Ray. "Then won't you be surprised" grinned Dieter. He couldn't help feeling almost giddy, and he licked his chapped lips.

(ok,Jeff, you are hired again..)
Ray was not surprised,
What he did know about her was her propensity to disappear an re-appear in an almost mystic way.
It even crossed his mind a time or two that she had the shamanic powers that so many that hung out at Zanes believed in.
He was definitely hypnotized by her, so much so that he agreed to hold the money for her, which he knew would cause him nothing but grief.
And here it is, as predicted.
His Toyota Hilux, packed with his tools of his trade, A rare Rickenbacker, An Epiphone, and A huge Fender Amp and cabinet, all in tact and hopefully functional.
No Hope for that Truck....
THWACK
Gary rang his bell one more time to bring him back to reality ...

Back at Zanes.......Stella Sue sat frozen to her bar stool. She had heard the rumors that 'the boys' had gone looking for that new guy in town. To them he was just another guy, but to her.......

" So, whats it gonna be,Ray?" Deiter sneered. "Shall I have Gary crack open your melon, here and now?"
The way that Hilux tumbled, Rays brains should have been scattered about the road.
Guess Ol' Crumpy was right. The thought of those crazy commercials put a brief smile on his face. Very brief. Back to business....

looks like we will need a translator for those technical terms like ute

and it comes out of your % and not mine

Idiomatic colloquialisms are something up with which cannot be put even by Texan sesquipedalians