Where are the bodies?

[Wolf]

What Happens When a Bigfoot gets shot? (IMHO)

Billy was knackered.
It had taken them all day to get the body to the road.
Goddam the thing was heavy. The only way to move it was with a chain block to drag the damned thing up the slope, then down through the trees.
It was simply amazing how many times it caught on things, rocks, trees, vines, you name it.
And it had already begun to stink… real bad.
He had never smelt anything like it. The smell had caused him to empty his breakfast early on into the task.
He and Hank had almost fallen to blows several times, blaming each other for the many curses that seemed to befall their mission. Once he had even dropped the chain block onto his foot, which he was still limping from and now throbbed madly. He was not looking forward to taking off his boot when this dreadful task was over.
Finally the road was in sight. He looked at Hank, ‘Screw this, I’m hookin a rope to my truck for the rest, wait here.’
Billy limped down through the trees to his truck and pulled out a long rope.
As he limped back up the slope to attach it to the booger he noticed Hank had a strange look on his face, ‘What’s your problem? You should be happy. You’re gonna be a rich man after this.’
‘Yeah… I know.’
Something about the tone in Hank’s voice sent a chill down Billy’s spine. He began back to the truck, letting the rope out as he went.
As he tied it on and got in the driver’s seat, Billy acknowledged the idea of having to share the spoils with Hank had often led to murderous thoughts, but too many people knew about it to go through with it. He hoped Hank was bright enough to see that… problem was, Billy doubted he was.
Without too much tyre spinning they got the body onto the road and sure enough when Billy stepped out he noticed Hank had unholstered his pistol. Both had made sure to be heavily armed, with the most powerful pistols they could find. Billy had to lend one of his to Hank to get him to come. For the first time he thought to himself, I should have put blanks in it.
‘What the hell ya doing? We gotta get this thing in the back yet!’
‘Yeah,’ Hank stared at him, ‘Thought I heard somethin…’
‘Then why aren’t you lookin in the bush, not at me?’
Hank turned, holstered his gun and began to set up a block and tackle to get the body onto the truck, ‘Probably hearin things.’
The mission of getting the corpse onto the truck proved no less problematic. At one point Hank caught his arm under the booger’s entire weight against the side of the truck. Billy briefly considered leaving him pinned there, but he needed to finish the job.
Finally it was done.
Billy moved to get into the truck, ‘Thank Christ that’s over, let’s go.’
The look in Hank’s eyes stopped him.
‘Hank? Come on, let’s go get rich buddy.’
‘Why?’
‘Whaddaya mean, “why”?’
‘Why should you get rich? Twas my boy the booger killed. You lost nuthin.’
‘Hank, I suggested we do this in the first place, remember? We’re usin my truck… you’re using my gun.’ Slowly, trying to hide the movement, Billy slipped free the wire clip that stopped his own gun from falling out of the holster.
‘Thas right… I’m usin your gun,’ Hank smiled an evil smile and Billy felt flooding fear at the realisation he was about to die chill his bones.
He gulped, ‘Hank, don’t do nuthin stupid now, too many people know about this.’
‘Yeah, one too many people.’
Still trying to move slowly, Billy dropped his hand closer and closer to his gun. Hank already had his out. Billy hadn’t seen him get it out.
‘Gentlemen!’ The voice snapped through the tension like a whip through fog.
Billy and Hank spun at the same time, Billy taking the opportunity to draw his gun while Hank panicked and actually pulled the trigger.
The two men walking towards them down the road didn’t even flinch.
The smaller one, in slacks, city shoes and black-tied shirt spoke again, ‘I suggest you holster your weapons gentlemen. My associate and I don’t take kindly to being shot at.’
Billy noticed the bigger one was bearded and roughly dressed, in stark contrast to the other in jeans and simple boots. But he moved with an authority usually only displayed by those highly trained in the military. Both wore dark glasses that hid their eyes completely.
‘Who the hell are you?’ Hank had lowered his gun, but did not holster it. Billy holstered his own but kept his hand on it, trying to see if there were any more, where in hell had these two come from?
‘Mr Black, Department of The Interior,’ as he approached the smaller, well-dressed one flashed a card in Billy’s face and smiled like a shark, ‘This is my associate, Mr White. I must thank you boys for doing our job for us. We weren’t looking forward to getting that out of there,’ he nodded at the booger, then up the hill.
He reached out his hand, ‘Thank you. Your efforts are much appreciated.’
Billy ignored the hand, ‘Screw you! We killed it, we keep it.’
The smile grew even wider, ‘Ah, you hear that Mr White? Our friend here just admitted to committing murder?’
The man’s voice was deep, and gruff, ‘I heard.’
‘Mr William Baxter, proprietor of the only bar in Hell’s Canyon,’ for the first time the man pulled off his glasses. The big man left his on, ‘You have a choice before you… go away as if nothing happened, keep your business, your world, your life,’ The man emphasised the last word, ‘Or go to prison for 1st degree murder. You might get out in a century or so, with a lenient judge… your choice my friend.’
Billy let go his gun and held his truck keys up instead.
‘Wise man,’ Mr Black took them with a smile and made to get in the driver’s seat.
‘Like Hell!’ Hank screamed, he lifted his gun making Billy wince, oh s#@t!
But suddenly the big man, Mr White, was right there, in his face, the man moved so fast!
Hank looked up at the man mountain before him, his mouth hanging open. Billy saw the big man’s hand lift and he winced again, expecting it to come crashing down on Hank’s head. But instead it reached to Mr White’s dark glasses and lifted them.
By the sudden terrified look on Hank’s face Billy was very happy he could not see the look in Mr White’s eyes. The old drunk must be losing it badly, thought Billy as he noticed a dark stain spread in his crotch.
The gun slipped out of his hand and made him jump as it hit the ground and went off, the bullet tearing through the shin area of Hank’s jeans and ricocheting off the side of Billy’s truck.
The big man’s voice rumbled as he lowered his glasses back into place, ‘That’s the second time you have almost shot me Mr Barnett. I strongly suggest you refrain from doing so again.’
He turned and got into the passenger side, slamming the door.
Mr Black started the engine, ‘You will find your vehicle in its usual spot at your place of business Mr Baxter, enjoy your walk.’
Billy sighed and turned back to Hank, who was holding his leg. It was bleeding. Oh great, the bullet must have hit his leg. Quickly he stepped over and bent to pick up the gun, his gun. He did not offer it back to Hank, ‘If you can’t walk, too bad, I’m leavin you out here. It’ll be dark soon.’
He marched off towards town. His flashlight was in the truck. No way was he gonna be out here in the dark, ever again.

[AL Pitman]

Kinda like reading a good Ole western paperback but with a modern twist .
Very Cool !!