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Budd's Decision
Prologue
The slick polish of his silver lined black boots were still smudged with her blood. He could still smell her hair as he strolled out to his car. He flung open the door and leaned against it. He rubbed the back of his neck as he reached for his lighter. As he lit the cigarette his phone rang.
"Yeah." He said into the phone, not a question because he knew who it was.
"Brother... you left so fast I didn't have time to thank you." Bill breathed into the phone in his usual gruff way.
"Yeah well, what can I say Bill. Another day, another mark, man. No big deal." He spoke staring blankly into the horizon of the setting sun.
"Not like you to walk away from a hit like that the way you did though. Even still, maybe I should meet you at your condo so we can talk about this." Bill said, almost a whisper.
"I don't recall having to explain myself to you...Brother. I mean besides, I may just stay out here in ol' El Paso and rough it for a while, get back to my roots." Budd said.
"Why are you acting this way?"
Budd sighed. He decided to end the phone conversation as he clapped shut the cell phone and pitched it into his car. The sun had almost fully dissolved into the ever-creeping darkness of the desert at night. Budd pulled the bottle of Jack out of the sack and wrenched off the top. This would be his first drink in thirteen years. But it wouldn't be his last that was for sure. He poured it into his gullet like it was water from the Holy Grail.
"Oh got-dam I missed that." He said to himself.
Staring down at her with those three ice queen hussie bitches left an unusual knot in Budd's stomach. It was the first time he had even wanted a drink in a real long time. Maybe it was the fact that she was pregnant? Nah, he didn't give a shit. Or did he?
Maybe there was a point in time where he wanted her. Shit, he could have had her anytime he wanted. If in fact he wanted her. The only thing that Budd knew for sure was that the bottle was empty. And he needed more.