The man sleeping on the iron bed on the porch was in the brain fuzzy state between sleep and consciousness. He could feel eyes watching him. Cold, black, unfeeling eyes burning a hole in him from the foot of the bed. As sleep retreated the man tried to think what lay close at hand for a weapon. He cracked his right eye open just a bit and through the narrow slit he saw a tin ashtray on the windowsill along with a Bic lighter sitting on top of a box of Marlboro Lights. “Not much to work with” he thought.
Charlie Notsinneh fished the noisy cell phone out of the left front pocket of his shirt. It was an annoyance that Lori insisted on. “Yes ma’am?” he said when he saw Lori’s name on the caller ID. “Daddy, Jenny just called. Sailor’s gone.” He was already walking toward the old pickup “I’m on my way.”
Charlie and Lori knew Sailor had been fighting pancreatic cancer for the past seven months. While Sailor had not shared all the details and had insisted on making most of the trips to the doctor alone, they could still see the obvious physical toll the disease
Jenny walked up to the door of the recreational vehicle and knocked. She could hear the Today Show blaring full tilt inside the trailer house. Knowing Dave was decidedly hard of hearing, she banged on the door harder. She could hear the dog whining softly on the other side of the door. She reached down to try the door and found the knob turned easily in her hand.
“Sailor? You in there Sailor? It’s Jenny from Hospice Care.” The old man looked peaceful in his recliner as she crossed the living room and turned the TV off. Buck watched expectantly from
Sailor had accepted Charlie’s invite to stay at his house for a few nights while he checked the area out. By the second day he had engaged the services of a realtor and by the end of the week he had purchased the ’69 Chevy pickup and made an offer on 40 acres of High Desert scrub east of Dulce just off Hwy. 64. Sailor had grown accustomed to living in small spaces after all those years aboard the Catalina and he liked the simplicity. Dulce was not exactly sailboat friendly so he decided a recreational vehicle of some type
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