Chapter 78

John pulled into Evanston and found an RV park. He checked in and made hookup. Then he reveled in a long hot shower before dressing for dinner. He had been through Evanston many times before. He knew where to obtain the best meal in town. Sheila wondered when he pulled on his Jeans.

He transferred Catarina’s bags inside and unhitched the compact car. They drove to a unique outdoor restaurant. They had their choice of eating inside large teepee’s, or sitting at picnic tables in the open. They chose the teepee. The food was fabulous. Fresh baked Dutch oven cooking prepared over a large fire pit. They had fresh biscuits and corn bread with their meal and rich sheep herder coffee from a large enameled pot. John chose the pot roast. The girls each trying a different stew.

Afterwards they went out to a local bar and listened to some live music. The women turned down multiple invitations to dance, but each accepted one from John.

John was just returning to the table from his dance with Sheila when he found a cowboy sitting in his chair. Catarina was steadfastly refusing his invitation to dance.

“Excuse me. But I was sitting here.” John said.

“Yeah, well now I am. Looks like you could use a little help anyway. Having two lovely ladies all by yourself.” the cowboy said.

“That would be their choice to make, not yours. And the lady has refused your invitation.” John said.

“There’s another one here.” the cowboy said.

“I also refuse your invitation.” Sheila said, coldly.

The cowboy remained seated.

“Look we don’t want any trouble. Perhaps we’ll just be going.” John said.

Catarina made a move to stand up and the cowboy reached out and pushed her back into her chair. John fought to hold his temper.

He looked over at the bouncer, who was watching, but seemed amused over the situation. John sighed.

He turned to the cowboy and squared off.

“If you touch either of these women again, then I can guarantee that it will not be the pleasant experience you have in mind. Now we are just going to leave, you’d be well advised not to interfere.” he said, sincerely.

“Uppity rich fucks, think you’re too good to drink with me. Well, I ain’t gonna take it.” the cowboy said, raising up grabbing a bottle as he did.

John anticipated his move. He side stepped and grabbed the arm holding the bottle, using it to further propel the cowboy about four feet into a post, which he hit face first, breaking his nose. He screamed in pain and rage.

He spun around, breaking the bottle on the post and advanced once more on John.

John waited, keeping light on his feet. Just then the bouncer decided it was time to do his job. He grabbed the cowboy by the collar and took the broken bottle out of his hand.

“Okay, Ernie. You’ve had your fun. Now let the folks leave in peace.” he said.

“He broke my fucking nose!” Ernie cried, trying to wiggle out of the bouncers grasp.

“After you tried to bust that bottle over his head. Now leave them be.” Let’s go get an ice pack for you.

“You folks best be going.” he said, turning to John and the dumb struck women.

“All we wanted to do in the first place. I wouldn’t have had to do that if you’d been doing your job.” John said.

“Yeah, yeah, get the fuck out.” said the bouncer.

John sighed heavily. Sheila caught the look in his eyes. She grabbed him by the arm.

“Come on John. No need to bust another asshole’s nose. It’s quite clear why this bar has such a shortage of women.”

John allowed himself to be led out by the two women.

A man slipped quietly off his bar stool and followed them out. The others in the bar went back to their drinking, dancing and pool games.

The owner happened to be among them. The customer had been correct. The next day the bouncer was out of a job.

John drove in silence back to the motor home. The air was thick with sexual tension. He expected that; remembering Cindy’s reaction to his confrontation with Nick.

He pulled up and parked. He was about to transfer the luggage back to the car when a thought occurred to him. The girls were giggling and talking about John’s prowess.

He put his finger to his lips and they fell silent. He took out his lap top and called up a program, entering his code to gain access. He’d called up the same program before they left. The women stood by looking pensive as he looked at the information displayed and then called in a word processor. He typed up a few lines and turned the display towards them.

“We’ve had company. It is no longer safe to talk freely. Act natural. Talk about the fight and the dinner. Say nothing about the silo and especially not about Sergei or Catarina’s sister.” They read.