The Redneck Reservoir Chapter 28 Goat Horns

The Redneck Reservoir Chapter 28 Goat Horns

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Submitted: March 23, 2017

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Reg and Kwang Mu drove in a small vehicle through the trash littered streets of Pattaya Thailand. Kwang Mu drove fast disregarding the pot holes and bumps in the road. Reg called her a gutter driver because she constantly drove near the side walk. He held on to the car door nervous slightly fearful for his safety. “I take you to my secret hiding place.” “Where’s that darling?” Reg said taking a sip from his beer. “You will see it’s a place where water flows without end.” Kwang Mu weaved in and out of the streets of Pattaya. There was a side route off from the beaten path she slowed down driving slowly through the muddy bumpy road. There were thick leafy branches from various types of trees that Reg couldn’t identify. He was used to Oak, Pine, Maple, Birch not the lanky leafy jungle looking trees that were in Pattaya.

A while down the road they reached their destination. There was a small clearing of land leading up to a enclosed beach with a waterfall. Reg was used to lakes and cliffs to jump off of and back home there was a reservoir where he would do just that but this was a full blown waterfall. There were rocks surrounding it and a small sand filled path before it. He took off all of his clothes hiding them in the bushes. He stood naked in front of Kwang Mu she covered her eyes. “I don’t go in water I sit and watch.” Reg being Reg was excited he couldn’t help himself he ran into the water swimming up to the waterfall. The pressure from the constant barrage of water was almost intolerable.He went beyond the wall of water to find a cave with a small pond of water in it. He looked through to Kwang Mu when lo and behold the short bald asian man with his three cohorts stood over Kwang Mu. There was a brief argument and the short bald man held and empty jug in one hand then grabbed her by the back of her hair and began to shake her. Reg knew that he had to act quickly. He swam to the edge of the water to the bushes where his clothes were.He pulled the horns from his hat holding them in reverse. Hiding behind the bushes he observed Kwang Mu and the short bald man argue. As they argued the short bald man got enraged he dragging her by the back of her hair into the water she kicked and screamed as he dragged her.

The other three men stood watching as Kwang Mu was in the water on her knees when the short bald man ripped the front of her blouse.Reg sprang into action. He ran to the group of men jumping as he met them swinging the goat horns. Reg fought with a fierceness and intensity that was unlike Reg it was as if he was inhabited by the spirit of a fighting master. He held on to that spirit as he gave one final side kick knocking out the last of the cohorts. The short bald asian leader held Kwang Mu by her hair she held on to his forearms as he flailed her about. He seemed irrational swearing with spit flying in a language that he couldn’t understand. Reg dropped the goat horns and the short bald asian man threw Kwang Mu to the side as they both charged each other. Suprisingly the short bald asian man side stepped Reg at the endkneeing Reg in the stomach causing him to spin over his knee. The bald man capitalized on his advantage holding Reg under the water trying to drown him. Reg muscled through picking the short bald man up running to a downed tree giving him a side walk slam.Reg saw stars as the bald man grabbed one of Reg’s own goat horns from the ground hitting him on top of the head with it. The bald man went to hit Reg again Kwang Mu interrupted the swing taking the other goat horn piercing the bald man in the back with the horn. He was dead within minutes. Reg recuperated grabbed his horns washed them off put on his clothes and they left the hidden waterfall. The companions dragged their dead leader from the beach.

Kwang Mu was distraught she didn’t register Reg’s words as he tried to talk her out of her state of shock. He grabbed the steering wheel and jerked it to the side she slowed down the vehicle.“I think that I should drive.” They switched positions. “I am going to get arrested Zu Chi is son of Chinese dignitary.” “Fuck him I’m glad that you did that prick got what he deserved.” “No I wont do good in prison I’m good girl not bad girl.” Reg readjusted his horns, “Want to fly back home you can stay with me?”“I don’t have passport and what about your friend?” “He has money and Barley Mare is resourceful, do you know of any private airports?” She gave him directions. It was a short trip to Thailand with a surprise that he didn’t expect. Within hours they were on a several refueling stop private flight headed home.

 


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