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Thanks! I owe you a beer!” She read Steve the coordinates from the computer screen, then turned her attention back to Charlie. “Scratch the crew van. Steve can be here there an hour.”
     
    Charlie keyed the mic. “Scratch the crew van. Steve’s on his way.”
     
    “Damnit. I take back what I said about her being nice, and you can tell her I said that,” Greg said.
     
    Winter grinned as she took the mic from Charlie. “He doesn’t have to. I heard it myself.”
     
    “Winter! What are you doing there?” Greg cried in mock distress.
     
    “Somebody has to keep an eye on your jacklegs.”
     
    “Now you’ve done it. You done gone and hurt Phil’s feelings. There, there…she didn’t mean it.”
     
    Phil’s voice came over the radio, faint and far away. “Momma…”
     
    Winter giggled as she handed the mic back to Charlie. “Those guys are crazy.”
     
    “It comes from driving a truck at one mile an hour, stopping every five feet, for eight hours a day. I’d be crazy, too.”
     
    Big Dick nodded in sympathy. As bad as this was, at least he could get up and move around. Driving a thumper truck sounded like his definition of hell.
     
    She snickered at Big Dick’s pained expression. “Want to go see a thumper?”
     
    A truck was something he could understand. “Sure. We’ll need to pick up Duck.”
     
    “Hold down the fort, Charlie,” she said as she grabbed her sunglasses.
     
    “Holding.”
     
    Winter and Big Dick trotted down the steps then stepped into her Jeep. “You’ll have to direct me. I can never find your hideout.”
     
    “Down the road about a mile, then left at the little tree that’s bent way over. You should be able to follow the tracks after that.”
     
    “It’s amazing to how the net just disappears,” she commented as they bounced along. “I watch through the binoculars as you drive out there. I can see the truck, and watch you walk away from it, then boop , you crouch down and are gone and somebody else appears. I know I’m looking right at the hide, but damned if I can see it.”
     
    Big Dick chuckled. “That’s what it does. Turn here,” he said, pointing left.
     
    Winter turned and slowed way down. As rough as the road was, no road was worse, and she had to weave through the scrub brush. She was nearly on the hide before she saw it. Amazing , she thought as she pulled to a stop.
     
    Big Dick opened the passenger door. “Duck! Road trip!” he bellowed.
     
    Pete Waddle’s head appeared from out of the hide. “I was wondering why you were here again so soon, and in Winter’s Jeep,” he said as he crawled out from under the net and stood up.
     
    “A thumper truck broke down and we’re going to go see. I told Winter you could fix anything.”
     
    Duck chuckled. “Yeah, right. Just hand me a pipe wrench,” he said as he squeezed into the backseat. Duck was of average height and slim build, so he fit in the back better than Big Dick who was six-three and built like a linebacker.
     
    “I sense a story here,” Winter said as Big Dick got back into the Jeep.
     
    “No, not really,” Big Dick said with a grin. “Duck is a hell of a plumber, but he doesn’t even change his own oil.”
     
    “Why don’t you fix it?” Duck asked from the back seat. “You’re the mechanic.”
     
    “If it’s just a blown hose, I probably could, if I had a hose.”
     
    Winter was, frankly, amazed by the Santanás Cuervo. Their members were all normal people she wouldn’t have guessed were part of an outlaw club. Kade had his well drilling service and Bickers owned one of the two grocery stores in Rio Bonita. Duck was a plumber and Big Dick was a mechanic. Anders was a welder, Tryst a Diesel engine mechanic and Dugger was a house painter. They also had at least one other mechanic, an over-the-road truck driver, an electrician, a carpenter and a landscaper. Men from all walks of life, and not one of them would she have pegged to be a drug runner in an outlaw