Cracking him in the back of the head with that metal bat by comparison? Hell, that was easy. Keeping my eyes out for police, I rifled his pockets. Qui...kly grabbing his wallet, a money clip, and his expensive smartphone. Standing up, job done, I looked down at the man lying at my feet, blood leaking into a gory pool by his head. With a smirk, I brought the baseball bat down in a hard shot square on into his crotch. Even unconscious his body curled up to whimper at that painful impact. Whistling,. A few days later she broke down and traded in the Olds Cutlass Ciera she'd been driving for years, since back in Augie days, and that broke another link with him and with her twenties. It really wasn't a bad car, but in addition to having the aura of her ex -- and his sister -- hanging over it, it had a lot of miles so she was glad to see it gone. She replaced it with a year-old white Dodge Stratus, kind of a middle-aged car, but then, she was over thirty now, too. It only had a few thousand. He was apparently a trapper or hunter. We followed him again to the Eastern mountains and saw him take a narrow path into the mountains. He got off his horse and walked both up a narrow and treacherous path. There apparently was a Southern way through the mountains, too.We debate what to make of this man passing through the valley that we had always considered ours. We were split on what his presence might mean and, more to the point, what to do about him, if anything. I wanted to talk to him,. I’m, not much of a talker, so I introduced myself, "Scott". I took another drag as we stood there in silence, enjoying our smokes.My buddy, Brian, sidled up to me, slapped me on the shoulder. "Hey, ready to split?" Brian asked; his gaze shifted from me to the woman standing there. Fuck, she’s hot ."Brian, this is Janey. Hey…. we’re going to give her a ride to her friend’s place. You mind?" I said with a slight devious grin. "Not at all" Brian replied.We ditched the party. Brian’s car was a.