Hell, Texas, page 1
Hell, Texas
Tim Miller
Tim Miller
Hell, Texas
© 2013, Tim Miller
Tim Miller Publishing
San Antonio, TX 78221
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Dedication
This book is dedicated to all of my friends, family, and readers who have been there for me and supported me throughout my writing journey.
"You may all go to Hell, and I will go to Texas." - Davy Crockett
Chapter 1
Robby hated this drive. In their entire trip to and from California, the longest and most boring leg was between San Antonio and El Paso. Hundreds of miles of nothing, not even cell phone reception for much of it. The only radio station that came in was some weird talk radio from God-knows-where. Perhaps being from San Antonio he was too liberal. But if there was a way to reach in and punch these radio clowns, he would have.
Thank you for joining us on Texas Talk. Now before the break, Burt, you were just explaining your run-in with some spics in the city?
That’s right. Not that there’s any shortage of spics in El Paso, but these ‘uns were a special kind of messed up. They had bandannas on they heads and one had a switch blade. Sumbitch was gonna rob me blind.
That’s no good at all Burt, obviously you made it out ok. Did they rob you then?
Hail no. I had my Colt 1911 on me. I pulled that bad boy out and cocked the hammer back. You shoulda seen them beaners run. You’da thought someone rang the taco bell for ‘em.
Haha! That is great! I tell you Burt, they just keep letting the spics and faggots take over in this here country. I never thought I’d see this here in our great state, but here it is.
“Isn’t there something else to listen to?” Diana asked from the backseat. The four of them weren’t too crowded in Jeep Wrangler, but the thing rode bumpy as hell.
“This is the only station that comes in,” Robbie explained.
“Don’t you have satellite radio or something?” she whined.
“No, I got my CD’s.”
“No!” Everyone shouted. For a road trip from San Antonio to California and back, Robby had brought a whole four CD’s. Two CD’s were top 40 mixes of songs that had already been overplayed in the last three years. The other two were Tejano music, of which Robby was the only fan among them.
“Just turn it off,” his girlfriend, Misti said as she leaned forward and switched off the knob.
“Oh come on now. What kind of Mexicans are you guys?” Robby asked.
“The kind that don’t like that shit,” Jorge said from the backseat.
“No kidding,” Misti said. “He just started listening to it a few months ago. Some get in touch with his roots shit.”
“Whatever,” Robby said.
“Where are we anyway?” Diana asked.
“Somewhere between El Paso and San Antonio. It will be a good, long while before we see much of anything, ” Robby explained.
“Is that a house back there?” Jorge said, pointing out the window. Most of them but Robby looked to see a tiny house or shack way up among the rocks and hills. “How do they even get up there?”
“Why? You wanna go visit?” Diana said.
“No way. This area freaks me out. It’s like some Hills Have Eyes shit out here.”
“What’s that?” Diana asked.
“Nevermind,” Jorge said.
“Quit trying to freak me out,” Diana replied.
“No one is freaking out shit,” Jorge answered.
“Cool it lovebirds,” Misti said. “I think we’re all ready to be home. This trip is making us all pissy.”
“I heard that,” Diana said.
“Jorge? Can you drive for awhile?” Robby asked.
“Sure, man.”
Robby pulled the Jeep to the shoulder and climbed out. He’d forgotten how long he’d been sitting in the Jeep’s air conditioning. As soon as he stepped out, the hot blast of humidity hit his lungs like a hammer. It took him a moment to catch his breath. Jorge hopped out of the back seat, walked into the grass along the shoulder and began urinating.
“Jesus Christ dude! You couldn’t wait till we got to a gas station?” Robby said.
“Here’s as good a place as any man. My bladder was about to burst anyway.”
“Yeah yeah,” Robby said.
Misti and Diana had gotten out to stretch their legs as well. Misti was holding up her cell phone playing with it.
“This sucks. I haven’t been able to check my Facebook for hours,” she said.
“Oh God forbid. You might have to talk to…ohh! People!” Robby said waving his hands.
“Shut up, asshole,” she said as she put her phone away. Robby pulled her to him and kissed her.
“Get a room you two,” Diana said. “And I got shotgun.”
“You can have it,” Misti said, as they all climbed back into the Jeep in their new seats. Jorge strapped himself in and pulled back onto the highway.
Chapter 2
They sped along in the Jeep as Robby and Misti began to fall asleep in the back seat.
“Awe, look at them. They look so cute,” Diana said. “They’re leaning on each other.”
“Yeah, yeah, they’re the cutest,” Jorge said.
“Shut up. You could be sweet too you know. You just try to act like you’re a cholo.”
“Whatever.”
They were interrupted by the sound of a siren behind them. In the rearview mirror Jorge saw a police car behind them with its lights and siren on.
“Why are the cops stopping us? Were you speeding?” Diana said.
“No, I’m going the speed limit,” he said as he pulled to the curb. As the police car pulled up behind him, he noticed it was an old style Caprice, one of the big, boxy ones. He hadn’t seen a police car like that since he was a kid. He got out his license and registration as the officer walked up to the Jeep. In the back seat, Misti and Robby awoke.
“License and registration sir,” the officer said. He was tall and thin, wearing a cowboy hat and sunglasses.
“Right here sir,” Jorge said as he handed it to him. “What is the problem? I didn’t think I was speeding.”
The officer said nothing as he walked back to his car and got back in.
“What the hell was that?” Jorge said. “Dude didn’t even answer my question.”
“Maybe you got warrants,” Robby said from the back.
“Yeah, fuck you. I got your warrant,” Jorge replied. After a few minutes, a second car pulled up. “What the hell is going on?”
Both officers approached the Jeep this time, with their guns drawn. The tall one on the driver’s side, the new officer on the passenger side. The tall officer was a few feet behind them when he began yelling.
“Sir! Throw the keys out of the window, do it now!”
“Officer,” Jorge said. “What is the—“ But the officer fired a shot into the air.
“This is your final warning. Throw the keys out of the car.”
“Shit, here man,” Jorge said as he tossed the keys out.
“Now step out of the vehicle, all of you, one at a time with your hands in the air,” he commanded. Jorge stepped out first, then Diana, then Robby and Misti. They lined up by the road with their hands in the air.
“Now, all of you lie down on the ground, face down, with your hands to your sides.”
They did as he commanded. The ground was so hot, Jorge gingerly got down, trying not to let his bare hands touch the asphalt. People have actually burned the bottoms of their feet and badly from walking barefoot on the road. As he lay face down, he held his head up enough so his face didn’t touch the ground, and kept his hands elevated slightly. He could still feel the heat burning through his t-shirt and his bare knees burned as well.
“What the fuck is going on?” Robby asked.
“This is bullshit,” Diana whispered.
“You all shut the fuck up now!” the tall officer yelled. He and the other officer went through and handcuffed each of them.
“What are you arresting us for? We didn’t do anything?”
“You’re under arrest on the account that you are all a band of illegal aliens. In the name of the United States government and the great state of Texas, I hereby place you all under arrest.”
“Bullshit,” Robby said. “We’re not illegal. We’re UT students. I was born in San Ant—“before he could finish, the silent officer, who was much shorter and younger than the tall one kicked Robby hard in the side. Robby let out a grunt as he rolled to his side.
“Like I said, you all shut the fuck up. I’m in charge here. You come through my town, you live by my rules. I am the law of this land. I am Sheriff Tom Cutter,” the tall one yelled. The officer’s bent down and pulled them each up and placed Robby and Jorge in the back of Cutter’s car. The other deputy loaded the girls.
“Sheriff?” Jorge asked. “Robby was right sir. We’re not illegal. We’re all citizens. We just happen to be Hispanic.”
“The fuck you say? Son. You’re gonna learn real quick how things work around he
“Sir, we have rights. You know? The constitution?” Jorge continued.
The Sheriff pulled his gun, which was a revolver, a big one and pressed it to Jorge’s forehead.
“This is the only constitution you need worry about son. You understand?”
Jorge nodded as he tried not to look at the huge barrel.
“You need to tell me you understand,” the Sheriff said.
“I understand, sir,” Jorge said just above a whisper.
“Well good! Now we can get down to business.”
“Hey Sheriff!” the other deputy called over. “I might be a ways behind. Think I’ll have me some fun with them girls. Been awhile since I had me some brown pie.”
“You behave now! Get them up to the station house. I’ll be right behind you. We’re gonna do this my way. Ya hear?” the Sheriff said.
“Yes sir.”
Jorge could see Diana in the backseat of the other cruiser as it pulled in front of them. He tried to tell himself it would be ok, but the louder voice in his head told him his nightmare was just beginning.
Chapter 3
The cruisers turned off the highway and onto a gravel road. The girls bounced around in the backseat of the short deputy’s car as it sped over the rocks and terrain. The car was hot and smelled like shit and vomit, god knew who or what had ridden back there. The dirt road wound further away from the highway, and closer to the rocks and mountains.
They went over some hills and around a large curve. When Misti looked back, the highway was no longer visible, only the Sheriff’s car behind them.
“Officer, where we going? Is there a jail out here?” She asked.
“Oh, you could say that darlin’,” he answered as he laughed.
“There has to be some mistake. We’re not illegal. Besides, doesn’t the Border patrol arrest illegals? Not local cops?”
“How about you shut that goddamn cock pocket of yours bitch, before I fill it with something you ain’t gonna like!” He said.
Misti and Diana exchanged glances as the car drove further up and into the mountains. After what felt like hours, they arrived at something that looked like a small town. The buildings mostly looked beat up and worn down. There were a few dozen of them, all spread out. She saw some further back and who knew what there was further down the road.
The deputy parked the car outside one of the larger buildings and climbed out. The Sheriff pulled up right behind him as the deputy opened the door and pulled Misti out by her hair.
“Ow! You fucker! That hurts! What the hell!” she yelled.
“I’m telling you bitch, you and me are gonna go a few rounds before this is over. I guarantee you that.”
“You’re no fucking cop? Are you?” She sneered.
The deputy backhanded her hard across the side of her face. The slap stung badly as her head jerked to the side. The taste of blood filling her mouth. She looked at him, meeting his stare.
“Stop fuckin’ around Elvis!” the Sheriff called out.
“Elvis?” Misti said. “You’re name is Deputy Elvis? That is funny as hell!” she laughed. He had pulled Diana out of the car by now, who looked at Misti as if she were insane. Elvis pulled out his baton and stormed back over to Misti.
“Fuckin’ bitch! I done told you to shut that trap a yers!” he swung the baton, striking Misti in the upper thigh. She let out a yelp as she tumbled to the ground. “Yeah, you ain’t laughin’ now, are ya?”
“Elvis, cut that shit out!” the Sheriff called. “We’ll have time to break that bitch later.” The Sheriff was pulling the guys out of his car.
“I wanna keep this one. I think she likes me,” Elvis said.
“That ain’t up to me. Let’s just sort these guys out,” he said as he walked the guys over to the girls. They all looked at each other, scared and confused. “Ok, this wasn’t a bad haul I’d say.”
“So who gets ‘em?” Elvis asked.
“Doc needs a guy. So I guess he can have this one,” the Sheriff said, pointing at Robby. “I owe Roy a girl, so he can have her, she seems somewhat tame.” Cutter pointed at Diana. “This one’s a talker, Gilda will love him.” He pointed at Jorge. “You take this one over to Buck’s, see if he wants her. His last one didn’t last very long. If not, you can have her.”
“Fuckin’ Buck. He keeps breakin’ shit. Why do you keep supplying him?” Elvis asked.
“Cause he keeps paying. Now get a move on.” Cutter ordered. Elvis grabbed Jorge and Misti and nudged them along with his baton.
“What the fuck? You guys selling us?” Misti asked.
“Just go along with them. Maybe these other folks will be more reasonable,” Jorge said to Misti.
“Ha! You ain’t met old Gilda. Not a reasonable bone in her body. Well, except your bone maybe. Good times a comin’ that’s for sure.”
Jorge looked at Misti as if he could throw up.
“There’s two ways for you all to go into this. The first is to realize that this is your new life, accept it, go along with it and try to enjoy it as much as you can. Or you can keep fighting and bitchin’ the way you all have been, and live out the rest of your short, miserable lives in great pain and agony. Totally up to you.”
“What is this place?” Misti asked. “This some kind of town? Way out here?”
“Damn right girl. You’re now in Hell. Hell, Texas.”
Chapter 4
Sheriff Cutter walked with Robby and Diana through the streets of the quiet town.
“What the fuck are you doing with us?” Robby asked.
“You’ll see soon enough. You’re about to meet the Doc. Doc will have a remedy for that Goddamn trap a yours, son.”
“Wait until you get these cuffs of me, puto, I’ll fuck you up.”
Cutter took his baton and cracked the back of Robby’s head. Not enough to knock him down, but at least to get his attention.
“You fuckin’ bitch!” Robby yelled.
“You don’t shut up, and next time I’ll knock your teeth out, you understand?” Cutter said.
Robby muttered something under his breath.
“Please Sheriff,” Diana started in. “We haven’t done anything. We’re not out to hurt anyone. Please?”
“You hurt the U.S of A. when you came to this country,” Cutter said.
“I was born here! My grandparents came here years ago.”
“That’s just it. They shoulda stayed on their side of the fence. We don’t need your sombrero wearin’, burrito eatin’ kind up here. This is God’s country, and we’re God’s people. Now here we are,” Cutter said. They were standing outside of a long, metal house or Quonset hut.
“Nice house,” Robby said. “Was there a sale on sheet metal at Home Depot?”
Cutter ignored him as he knocked on the door several times. A man opened the door, also wearing a cowboy hat and wearing a work shirt. He looked old enough to be Diana’s dad.
“Roy, here’s the girl I owe ya. Will this one work?” Cutter asked.
Roy looked her up and down.
“Oh yeah, she’s a fine one. A little chubby, but I don’t mind some padding,” Roy said.
“Chubby my ass!” Diana said, even though that should have been the least of her concern at the time.
“Well I’ll take her on in. I got cuff keys of my own, I’ll drop them off for you later.” Roy said.
“No problem, just make sure I get them back.”
“Thank ya Sheriff, ya done good.” Roy said as he took Diana by the arm and began escorting her into the house.
“Don’t touch me!” she yelled.
“Leave her alone you asshole!” Robby yelled. He became frantic, realizing this old guy was about to take his girlfriend. He lunged at Roy, pinning him against the house with his shoulder. Cutter swatted the back of his knees with his baton that sent Robby to the ground.
“Get her inside,” Cutter said. “Doc is getting this one.”
“Haha! That’s great. Doc will take good care of him,” Roy said as he pulled Diana inside and closed the door. Cutter pulled Robby to his feet and nudged him back along.
“Don’t worry Pedro, we’re almost there.”
