Mike Humfreville - 7-15-2005 at 04:56 PM
He could clearly hear panic from down the beach, knew drugs were involved, and the theft of same by the larger boat. Or could it be the smugglers had
been nailed by the Feds? That didn?t make sense unless the Feds were stealing the drugs anyway. Why would they have fired without provocation? He
stood for an hour or more on his darkened balcony, his mind racing, scanning for more vague shadows but could see nothing. Finally he went back to
bed. He tried to read, sequestered in his room. The pages of his book reflected a tiny light. Bugs skidded across the pages in the false light,
providing punctuation points in the printed words to the point he gave up, arose and poured another drink.
He awoke early and wanted nothing to have happened the night before. Was it a dream? But he knew better. He was afraid to scan the beach, even from
this distance for fear of detection and unwanted involvement. There was no VHS chatter on the local channels of anything unexpected. He waited until
evening, hoped that his scoping of the troubled area from inside his house was unseen. From this distance he could see nothing unusual; no boat, no
bodies, no unusual markings in the sand.
After several days he went into the town for supplies. He could tell from the behavior of several of the locals that something was going on, but he
didn?t want to ask, didn?t want to know. He knew also that he shouldn?t turn his back on a serious potential crime, but he didn?t want to get
involved.
In the end, he remained aloof from others, some his friends talking in hushed groups. He returned to his house. That night he sat inside, lights off
and fans turning, avoiding any further potential activities visible from his balcony. To hell with the whole affair he told himself as he poured
heavy rum over ice. Maybe he?d take some time and clear the area in the morning and let things cool down.
Mike
Baja Bernie - 7-15-2005 at 06:09 PM
You really have me scratching my head over this one. Not sure if it involves a hero, a villian, or just a gringo who doesn't want to get involved.
bajaruby - 7-15-2005 at 06:17 PM
In my opinion....I think a drunken gringo with a whole lot of sence. GREAT STORY. Is there more?
[Edited on 7-16-2005 by bajaruby]
There is more,
Mike Humfreville - 7-15-2005 at 06:27 PM
but this is my seat-of-the-pants story. It's a composition, mostly beefed WAY up toward fiction, of a few negative experiences from our last month in
Baja. Part three is struggling to show two different views about how the "hero" could have solved a problem.
Thanks for reading.
[Edited on 7-16-2005 by Mike Humfreville]
Bruce R Leech - 7-15-2005 at 06:37 PM
glad you are not one of those guys that would take off down the beach with a gun.
or you wouldn't be here to write the story . thanks Mike
bajajudy - 7-15-2005 at 07:49 PM
Sorry but I have to ask...what happened with the brown pee pee?
Sallysouth - 7-15-2005 at 08:48 PM
Have patience Nomads, and let the man tell his story, and keep us in suspense!I love a mystery, especially told as well as this man can. 
PacO - 7-15-2005 at 08:52 PM
My buddies who live there say they have adopted the American military policy of "don't ask, don't tell". I.e; keep your nose out of thier chiite and
don't talk about it around town and you'll be a happy gringo.
Sallysouth - 7-15-2005 at 09:37 PM
And yeah, Judy has a good Q.Guess we will have the answer to that in the next/last chapter?
PacO
Mike Humfreville - 7-15-2005 at 09:37 PM
For sure. The point I'm exagerating in my "hero" is that he didn't even think about reporting a problem that only he had seen (except the perps of
course).
PacO - 7-16-2005 at 03:15 PM
No doubt I was reading last night thru a verrrrry hops laden mist.