We were all – minus Johnny – at my place. I think my mom made us some pizza for the late night ahead. In this case, “we” involved Mark, Ryan, myself – and a new guy to town named Drew. The plan was to get to Hillspring at around 3:00AM, so we tried to catch just a little sleep before leaving. As the witching hour approached, Ryan and Drew left in Ryan’s trusty Jetta and Mark and I left in my car.
I got into my trusty old red ’85 Jeep Cherokee – affectionately named Hank, may he rest in peace – and plopped the IGA grocery bag full of roman candles on the floor under the blanket in front of the back seat and headed to the FasGas to fill up for the night.
Disclaimer: Not my actual car, but you get the idea. Those who know, know.
Sorry about that, hosers. Be on your way, eh!
A few miles down the road (and on the reservation) we had arranged to pick up Cody. We rolled in to the appointed place. I didn’t feel like looking around too long. This is the rez, people. Luckily, I didn’t need to wait too long at all. Cody flashed us some morse code signals with his flashlight from down in a ditch. What a guy.
*smh* couldn’t even get his name right.
He got in, and we made our way to our next meeting spot in Hillspring.
We met up with Ryan and Drew in Hillspring and went over the plan and our roles one last time.
Characters:
Ryan: Himself
Drew: Himself
Cody: Drunk/Dead Indian
Mark: Furious Indian Witness
Me: Furious Indian Witness
Backstory:
Ryan and Drew were driving through the Rez late at night on their way home. A seemingly drunk Indian man wanders onto the road, and gets unfortunately hit by the Jetta and is now apparently dead. Ryan and Drew are panicked, and because they are close to Hillspring, they put the body of said inebriated indigenous individual into the back seat and drive to Johnny’s house to try and get his help with deciding what to do with the body.
Meanwhile, this horrendous tragedy did not go unwitnessed. The aforementioned anonymous aboriginal’s accident actually was witnessed by wanderers, who would wield wonderful weapons.
(Hit that ‘like’ button if you appropriately appreciated alliteration as amateurishly attempted above)
Mark and I would give chase to the Jetta on the back country roads, and it would all end in an hour or so with us catching up to them and then revealing our identity and then finding some breakfast somewhere.
Ryan and Drew drove out to Johnny’s place at Spring Valley Ranch, and Mark and I left to go hide the car by an irrigation canal nearby.
The night was about to get awesome. More awesome than either of us imagined.
Hello, my name is James.
I'm an Experience Chaser, Peanut-Gallery Philosopher, Serial Wantrepreneur, Devoted Daydreamer, Passionate Flavor Enthusiast, Amateur Family Historian, and Casual Photo & Film Hobbyist.
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