Tim--fair warning. I plan to work on the Icky this weekend. Get your bourbon out, you might need it. What am I saying? I'm gonna need it.
To all: I suffer--you suffer. It is the cost for a Ick update. Here is another one of my stories.
A Bump in the Road (Bakster short)
Nova and I are packed in. Sacks of dried bananas and jugs of drinking water are strategically positioned around and over us. A tarp is thrown over, Cornelius drives the horse on with a lurch.
This will be a three-hour ride that in the end will feel like three days. Every rotten bump jars us like a gorrilla clubbing. At first it was a tolerable nusance, later it becomes unbearable.
Bakster: Cornelius! Why don't you aim for the biggest ruts you can find! We are really enjoying this!
Cornelius: Shhhh! Quiet! A patrol might hear you.
I can't be certain but I thought I heard them giggling. I minute later we hit a rut that sent Nova and I into the air. Needless to say, the supplies went with it. We came down hard, and everything became a jumble. If a patrol stopped us now, I am certain we'd be found out. We are on top of the whole mess.
Bakster: Cornelius! What are you doing up there!
There is no reply, only that faint giggling sound. Son of a... he is doing this on purpose!
Bakster: Okay, smart guy. You just wait.
The ride from hell continues. Cornelius seems to have picked up the pace maximizing our jolts. The giggling continues. I was near the point of jumping up and plugging him with a live round. Fortunately, for him... the wagon came to a halt.
Cornelius: We are here! You can come out now.
I kick the tarp off with my feet and slowly work on getting up. I was moving like a 100- year old man. Even Nova was barely able to stand. I slide off the wagon, helping Nova down. Hunched over, I walk towards the front of the wagon where our ape "friends" are watching. Sadly--they seem amused.
Cornelius: Did you enjoy the ride?
I give Cornelius a glare that wiped that silly smirk from his face.
Bakster: You think that was funny? I have something funnier. How about I take this rifle and crack you in the head with it? How would that be?
I don't think I have ever seen Cornelius waddle away at such a fast pace. I caught a whiff of something nasty, too. He may have lost bowel control. The all three of them seemed to get the message.
Bakster: How about Nova and I just sit here whilst you three unload the wagon? How does that sound?
All three of them nodded yes, without a word.
It's good to be the king.