Chapter 2: The Last Score

Two black guys robbed a Wells Fargo truck up in Memphis. The FBI thought they headed south and notified every county sheriff within a 100 miles to be on the lookout for a blue Ford Taurus with Tennessee plates. Three days later that car was found abandoned in St. Frances county Ark. The hunt for them changed to Arkansas.

About a week later I was cruising the back roads in my new Ford truck. That’s right it has been almost 20 years and Jimbob is still honoring our deal! As I pass an old cabin that is used as a deer camp, I see a black Cadillac with Tennessee plates sitting in the front yard. A black guy is on the porch smoking a cigar. When he sees my truck he turns and goes in the house. I cruise on by pretending I did not see him.

This cabin does not have electricity so he has not seen his picture on every news channel. If he had he probably would have shaved off those short deadlocks of his with the blue beads on the ends! Maybe if he had shaved those dreadlocks and waved at me I would have thought he was down here scouting a place to deer hunt. But he did not shave his head or wave. I recognized him!

They killed two Wells Fargo guards and wounded another. They got away with over two million in cash!

Maybe they still have it!

I drive a little ways down the road and park the truck. Using the woods as a cover I move back up to within about 10 yards of the cabin. It is a one room house with a wood burning cook stove on one side with a kitchen table sitting next to it. There are two bunk beds along the other wall. The black men are sitting at the table eating lunch. There is a nine millimeter pistol laying on the table.

The front door is un-locked and I have a .45 in my hand as I enter. (The same pistol that had killed JR years ago. It was never claimed so I took it out of the evidence locker along with the bullet that killed him.) The man facing the door grabs for the 9mm so he gets the first shot. It hit him in the forehead. The man with his back to me jumps up and starts to run towards me! I put two rounds in his chest. He is on the floor and is gurgling blood out his mouth as I put him out of his misery with one in his head.

I look around the cabin and discover three Wells Fargo bags under one of the bunk beds! They are filled with money! The feds had said it was over 2 million in various dominations. Later that night in the privacy of my home I would discover it was $2,130,300 exactly.

Now I need a plan. I see their coffee pot sitting on the stove so I find a clean cup, pour it full and sit down at the table to think about this.

The feds think they are headed west. My thinking is they swapped cars and left the keys in the Taurus. It was stolen and somehow found its way to Arkansas. They came down here and planned to hide out until the heat was off.

Okay, but what do I do now?

I find the keys to the car in the pocket of the one with the dreadlocks. I finish my coffee then wipe down the coffeepot and the cup. I lock the house up and put the money bags in the Cadillac and drive it down the road. There is a very seldom used forestry road close to where I parked my truck so I used it to hide the caddy. I make sure to wipe it down also. No fingerprints! Then I hiked back to my truck with the money and went home.

Red and I had another great time in the Caymans!

When we returned I was told how a forestry worker had called in about an abandoned car. It had been stolen up in Tennessee a month or so ago and left there in the forest. Probably kids joy riding. It was returned to a delighted owner!

The bodies?

It was May of the next year before they were discovered! The man who owned the cabin had died and his heirs decided to sell it. Imagine the shock when they found the two bodies! I was called out to the scene and took the coroner with me. It was two weeks before those badly decomposed and rat gnawed bodies were identified. The FBI was notified and they took charge.

They believe there was a third person involved in the heist. He probably killed those two and got away with all the money.

“We’ll catch him one day with that .45 then tie it all together.”

Good luck with that idea. I field stripped that pistol and dropped its parts all over the lake.

Well that ends my story. I have to go now I hear Red calling me. She says dinner is ready.

Red? Of course Red. You thought Amy? Oh hell no. That woman was way too needy, and that kid of hers! Wow! What a whiner! That did not last two months before Red stopped inviting her up to the lake.

Red and I love to travel. We plan on seeing the Grand Canyon, Vegas and Yellowstone Park on our next vacation. Watch for us. I’ll be the big guy with the cute red haired MILF on his arm.