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realized how competent Scott was and made him a supervisor. Putske shared a huge house with several others, and he turned the basement over to Scott.
    Warren Putske was an entrepreneur and sometime politician who was ten years older than Scott. Besides owning Hawaii Plant Life, Putske ran for public office as “The Uncandidate, “ who promised “If elected, I promise to do nothing! “ He always got his share of votes from people who appreciated his honesty. Scott didn’t have enough money for a car at first, so he bought a bicycle to get around. “The fact that he picked up women for dates riding a bicycle didn’t bother them at all, “ Kevin said. “He found another beautiful girlfriend right away. He used to tell me that riding double on a bike only warmed his women up good’ by the time they got to the movies.” Scott applied for modeling assignments and was hired often. He was certainly handsome enough to make it as a modelor even as an actor. He was a man having a love affair with movie she saw almost every film that came out and he would have jumped at the chance to act, although he didn’t pursue it. Aside from his gardening job, most of Scott’s employment came about because of his looks and his innate charm. For a while, he also worked at the Honolulu Airport as a “lei greeter.” His assignment was to kiss female passengers as they walked through the arrival gates, and put leis around their neck. For Scott, it was like stealing money, he adored women, all women or so it seemed.
    Kevin Meyers concentrated on track. He vaulted sixteen feet that first year at the University of Hawaii. The son of the Reverend Bob Richardsthe legendary track star visited the University of Hawaii and taught Kevin how to vault over seventeen feet. He was reaching heights that would have been unheard of even ten years earlier. And then, suddenly, after only a year, it was all over. Maybe it had been too perfect to last. The university cut the track program out of its budget so that they could build the Hula Bowl. They had no reason to pay a pole vaulter’s tuition and expenses any longer even if he was one of the five best in America.
    Kevin Meyers was not only terribly disappointed, he was stuck.
    He didn’t want to go back to the mainland, and, if he had, he had no money for airfare. A kid named Leon, one of the other pole vaulters, told Kevin he was renting an A-frame out in the jungle.
    There wasn’t any water there or even any windows, but it had four walls, a roof and mosquito netting over the holes where windows were supposed to be. Leon offered a room to Kevin while he tried to figure out a way to survive. It was almost impossible for anyone to starve in Hawaii, although the variety of food available to someone on a tight budget was limited. Kevin was subsisting mostly on bananas. “I moved in, and then I came home one day and found the place was overrun with goats! Big goats, baby goats.” Kevin laughed. “They were standing on each other’s backs trying to eat the last of my stalk of bananas.” Kevin went over to see Scott, and Scott got him a job landscaping for Hawaii Plant Life.
    Scott’s basement bedroom had bunk beds and Kevin moved into one of them.   This would be just the first of the many times that Kevin and Scott shared living space. The arrangements certainly weren’t lavish, but, for Kevin, it sure beat fighting goats for his dinner. Although Scott Scurlock had the bearing of a man who feared nothing, there were things that frightened him. Dark things. The first time he told Kevin that he sometimes felt that a kahuna was stalking him, his friend thought Scott was kidding.
    But he wasn’t. Scott had heard of the Night Walkers who roamed the islands when the moon was hidden and there was no light at all. He had heard that one had to get out of their way or he would dieonly to be swept up in their path and become one of them, doomed to walk forever in the dark. Scott always kept some sort of