Sudden Independents - By Ted Hill Page 0,5
happened. Stupid Hunter! Scout punched his gas tank and regretted the pain instantly.
A few minutes more of silence gave way to the familiar humming of another motorbike zipping up the distance. The hum changed into a buzz, then a high-pitched whine, and finally the motorbike broke into sight.
Scout leapt on the kick-start of his Suzuki and rolled a couple throttle turns before tapping into first and riding the gears up in a hurry, cutting an angle downhill so he slipped ahead of Hunter without scaring him into an accident. Sudden appearances tended to make people nervous in the Big Bad.
Hunter caught sight of him and slowed to a stop. Scout pulled in front and they shut their motorbikes off together as the wind scattered the remaining dust from their trails. Scout noticed the girl behind Hunter, but then Hunter opened his mouth.
“What the hell are you doing out here?”
Scout balled his fist, fighting the urge to jump off his bike and punch him in the face. Hunter wore his usual irritating smirk, half-cocked across his lips. His wavy, brown hair caught the breeze and lifted. Scout silently counted to ten, but his mind’s eye kept flashing images of him clobbering away on Hunter’s pretty-boy face. It wasn’t easy, but somehow Scout managed to push the images away.
“They sent me out here to find you. Jimmy’s worried you’re dead or something. I told him we couldn’t be that lucky, so here I am.” Scout slid off his bike and dropped the kickstand. “What have you been doing?”
“I’ve been working. Tell Jimmy to get a hobby. I got everything under control.”
Scout grabbed his water bottle and took a drink before offering it over. Hunter guzzled half the contents before handing it back with another smirk.
“Sure you do,” Scout said. “Who’s that behind you?”
“Her name’s Catherine. Catherine, say hello to the Boy Scout.” Hunter’s eyes sparkled.
The little girl hopped off Hunter’s seat and gathered Scout in an eye-popping embrace.
“Hello, Boy Scout,” she said.
Hunter hooted behind her. Scout pictured clobbering him again.
“It’s just Scout,” he said, trying to pry one hand through her arms before she ruptured one of his kidneys. “My name’s Scout.”
Catherine tilted her head. “Why did Hunter call you Boy Scout?”
The first response that sprang into Scout’s mind was too colorful for his audience. “I took the nickname because I use the Boy Scout Handbook as my personal guide. I dropped the ‘Boy’ just because.” He leveled his gaze at Hunter, who spread his hands in innocence.
As Scout finally broke away from Catherine’s grip, she studied him for a moment. “You look like a David.”
“Hunter’s real funny today,” he said. “What else did you tell her?”
Hunter frowned. “I didn’t tell her anything.” He pointed at the side of his head and twirled, giving Scout the loony sign.
Scout looked at Catherine. “How’d you know my real name?”
Catherine pointed at her head, without the twirl, her face serious. “Hunter found me. We’re going home.” She snatched the bottle from Scout and drained it with one gurgling pull.
Scout glared at the horizon, noting a possible source to refill his water and then looked back at Hunter. “Where did you find her?”
“Under a tree, ten miles back. She’s not answering any of my questions, but you can give it a shot. God knows I tried.”
“You should know by now, God doesn’t care anymore,” Scout said. “He stopped listening to me six years ago.”
Hunter frowned and narrowed his eyes. Scout looked away and shifted his attention back to Catherine. “So who’s been taking care of you?”
“My tree, silly. She’s a wonderful tree. Right, Hunter?”
“Yeah, wonderful.”
“Am I missing something here? What’s the joke?”
“No joke, Scouty. Big tree, little girl.”
Scout considered the blonde girl again. Her blue eyes shimmered, reflecting the late-afternoon sunshine. She was holding something back, but he didn’t want to waste any more time with his sister about to go into labor. If they left now there probably was enough daylight to make it home.
“So that’s it, Catherine? The tree took care of you.”
“Uh huh, that’s it,” she said, nodding.
“All right then, we better get going.”
“Did Vanessa have her baby, yet?” Hunter asked, lifting Catherine up behind him.
“Not before I left, but she could be having it right now. That’s why I’m pissed I had to come all the way out her to find you.”
Hunter revved up his engine with an unnerving whine that pierced Scout’s brain. “Race you back!” he yelled, and popped the clutch, releasing a rooster tail of flying debris. He let