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The afternoon found Daryl sitting on the front porch. The sun would be going down in an hour or so but he figured soon he would have some company.
Sure enough, not 20 minutes passed before the Sheriff's truck drove over the hill and made its way to the front of the house.
Roy got out of the truck, took off his hat and approached the porch.
"Evening Roy. Hope your wife is doing fine. How can I help you today?"
"I've received a complaint from your new neighbor. Can you join us down by your gate?"
"Of course, Roy."
Daryl got up and walked down the front steps. Roy noticed his side arm and his eyes widened slightly when he recognized the insignia on the
"Um... is there going to be some trouble Daryl?"
"Nope... just sorting some stuff out."
"Well, I'll just see you at the gate then."
As Daryl pulled up to the gate he was witness to a rather amusing sight. John Smelty was literally hopping up and down screaming into his cellphone.
His hair bounced up and down in time to his red-faced hysterical movements.
Roy got out of his truck and approached Mr. Smelty, who threw the cellphone at his Range Rover and approached the Sheriff.
"What is wrong with Daryl? Is he insane? This fence cost me THIRTY THOUSAND DOLLARS to put up and he just thinks he can pull it down? I will SUE!!!
What is WRONG with you people! I want to press charges for destruction of property NOW!"
Roy sighed and walked over to Daryl.
"Did you do this Daryl?"
Daryl motioned Roy over to his front gate and showed him where his corner peg was, then pointed to the line of sheared off fence posts.
Roy scratched his head, nodded to Daryl and told John "Just wait here and don't do anything stupid. I'll go get your paperwork."
As Roy was busy writing up the ticket, John hissed at Daryl "You have NO idea who you are screwing with. I will OWN your property when I'm done with
you. Stupid backwoods country f---." John shut up as Roy approached, paperwork in hand.
"Here you go, John."
John leered at Daryl and snatched the paperwork from Roy's hands. His jaw dropped and his face went white as he read the ticket.
"WHAT!!!! You are charging ME!!! With LITTERING!!!"
Roy sighed. "Yes John, it appears to me that you have left a large pile of trash on Daryl's property. I was nice and left off the trespassing charge,
although if Daryl wants to pursue that I will. After all, his land is posted. No trespassing. You have a week to get this cleared up or I will have
the city come pick it up and we will send you the bill."
John opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again... he looked very much like a fish out of water. Then he ran to his SUV and sped off, sliding into
Daryl's gate as he left and tearing off his mirror as well as a fair amount of paint.
The two men remaining heard the scream of frustration from Mr. Smelty as he sped down the road.
"Did you need me to ticket him for the gate, Daryl?"
"Nah... I've been meaning to put a new one up anyways."
"Ok! If there is nothing else I'll just leave you to it then."
Roy tipped his hat and said "Good night Daryl."
"Good night Roy."
The men went their separate ways.
Daryl had one more chore to do though.
He went back to the house and plugged the phone in, then dialed a number. A man he knew answered the phone.
"Hi Daryl! Haven't talked to you in awhile! Everything ok?"
"Sure Pete. I just wanted to give you a heads up about your Dad's old property. You were going to try drilling there in the next few days?"
"Sure am! I tried to tell that new fella that Dad had tried drilling a couple times but nobody could find water down to 600 feet. He says he'll pay to
go to 900 feet though. Sucker born every minute, I guess."
"Pete, that man is not going to pay you. He's a lawyer. Can you do me a personal favor?"
"Sure Daryl, anything you want! You are like an uncle to me, after all."
"Don't drill for him right now."
"Sure thing! How long do you want me to put him off?"
"I'm thinking about... forever."
Pete laughed. " Sure thing Daryl. I really didn't want to do it anyways because I know there's nothing down there. Even our witcher couldn't find
anything and she's really good. I'll put Mr. Smelty off for... forever then!"
"Thanks Pete. You have a good night now."
Daryl hung up the phone, went to his pump house and turned off the water to the old Hobbins property.
OK then! Chores were done and it was time to watch the sunset. He settled onto his maple porch bench and relaxed.
The sun had set and the moon was just coming up when he heard the noise, far in the distance.
A cougar? Nah... too low-pitched.
Coyotes? Nope... just the wrong sound.
Oh! John Smelty screaming in frustration?
Yep... that was it.
Daryl smiled and reached for his chew.
He was happy again.
edit on 14-6-2020 by Lumenari because: (no reason given)