Eve had an almost sixth-sense when it came to some things, and she woke up that day feeling restless and antsy. She had no idea what was wrong, but communicated her anxiousness to RJ, who made sure that weapons and ammo were readily available. Charlie was rumrunning at the moment but everyone else was home going about their regular day to day business. Midday a stormcloud of dust drifted across the landscape, heralding someone approaching. Actually, about five vehicles approaching all at once.

Eleven men and two women exit the vehicles, faces hard, squinting in the sunlight like they were unused to the heat. Speaking quietly among each other they then cross the cluttered yard to the front porch. RJ was watching them from the toolshed, pistol in hand, dark eyes narrowed at these strangers. A bold character, stained trucker hat sitting atop his greasy head, bangs on the door. "Heyyy! Is this where the whore lives? I've come for my brother. All the hillbillies around here say he was last seen heading this way. Where's my brother, whore?"

"Fuck you an' yer brother," came surly Hugo's voice from inside. Now that's one dumb sumbitch that don't give a fuck, RJ said to himself.

"We just want Ned," called one of the women, the younger one. "Tell us where he's at."

"He came and had himself a good ol' time, then left without payin," grouched Grampa. "And here we just got this new phone to pay for an' shit!"

"Bust it down," Ned's brother tells his companions. They began pounding the old wooden door. Some of Eve's girls could be heard squealing and running for cover, amongst the hearty bellowing of Johnny declaring some shitheads were breaking and entering.

Ohh, no. Breaking and entering in Texas is like cattle rustlin' a couple generations before. That can get you killed faster than anything.

The door soon gave way with a crack, followed by the boom of a shotgun. Two of the Yankees dropped like a sack of potatoes. "Bruce," the older woman shouted at Ned's brother. "Take these fuckers out!"

RJ rushed them from behind firing his pistol, taking out a couple more.

Crimson sprayed all over the porch and doorstop, the doorway getting clogged with bodies. After firing his initial shots he darted around the left side of the house for cover. He'd succeeded in distracting some of the attackers, but several had entered the house and were firing shots. Cursing under his breath he fervently hoped that his family had found cover. Reloading the big pistol he darted back to the front porch again and found all hell had broke lose in his home. Grampa was hiding out in the kitchen and popping out to shoot at the intruders, hollering and cursing all the while.

RJ could hear Johnny upstairs, calling to Hugo to get his ass up there.

Shouts, struggles, girls screaming, it all happened so fast. RJ charged them from behind, shooting and hitting them with his fists like bear paws. He heard his mother whooping and letting lose with her weapon. Then he went down after something hit his head, hard.

RJ opened his eyes, vision focusing on the ceiling in his room. Why did his head hurt so much, he wondered--then remembered. "Ma! Tiny," he called, and his mother appeared at his bedside. "RJ, sweetie! Are you all right?" She had her worried mom look going on.

"Is everyone all right? What happened," he wondered, rubbing his sore head.

Eve pursed her pink lips, obviously holding something back. "We got the best of 'em, that's fer sure. Me an Tiny and Johnny are ok...Hugo got a slug in th' thigh but he's doin better. But..well, sweetie Pam is dead, and so is Trixie. I'm sorry but she lost her head and didn't stay down like we told 'er to...aww, RJ," she spoke to his distressed expression. Her mother's heart went out to him and she cradled his bruised head in her lap. Ah, first love, she thought.

After he was done weeping he asked if any of Ned's buddies were alive.

"There's a sorry-looking specimen Hugo's been workin on, and the two bitches," she answered.

Pure hatred slid over his strong features, dark brown eyes glittering with malice. "I'm gonna pay em a visit."

Still a bit woozy from his head wound Rufus made his way to the toolshed where the two females were being held--looked like his Grampa and Johnny had already had hold of them. Their clothes were in tatters, their inner thighs stained with blood. That's not what he wanted them for, however...they were gonna suffer for taking Trixie away from him. The younger one had black hair and tried twisting away from him in her bonds as he approached, the older one had bottle-blonde short hair and eyed him with fear mixed with unadulterated hatred.

He picked up a rusty gardening trowel and smiled, something that along with talking he did rarely. He could actually be quite handsome but he definately wasn't at the moment...nope, the devilish look he was displaying was terrible indeed.

thuk, thuk, thuk

Scream

The black-haired girl screamed and screamed, the older woman yelling through her gag as he stabbed the younger one. Over and over, blood flinging onto the shed walls and RJ's clothes until the screaming stopped. "Fuckin cunts," he spat. He threw down the now bent-up garden tool and balled up his fist. For the next few minutes he slammed it into the face of the old broad, after the first couple blows her head sagged and stopped flying back and simply lolled until his hand ached and her face was unrecognizable. Looking down he picked tooth fragments out of his knuckles and felt a lot better.

He met his brother Otto as he was leaving and told him the young one needed to be disposed of and that he could do what he wished with her. Perking up a bit the scarred giant shambled to where she was hanging and undid the clasps. He was dragging her by the ankles toward the woods. Dead girls don't say no, after all.

Angelic Vera-Ellen was having a bit of fun with the last man left as RJ popped his head in the cellar to have a look. Hugo was encouraging her, showing her how to handle the knife and where vital spots were located.