Chapter 215

We were in the cruiser headed for County Seat when The Brit said, "Sometimes no matter how much you want something to turnout one way, the mother fucker goes a different way. Matter of fact it happens more than it doesn't happen. Seems like more thing go wrong in life, than go right."

"Are you trying to be philosophical, or talking about me and Kara, or me and you?" I asked.

"Hell, maybe a little of all three," he said with a laugh.

"You know Brit, sometimes you have a one night stand, that was so good you would to do it again, but it just don't happen. Sometimes the other person wasn't as high on you, as you were on them, fuck'em if they can't take a joke," I said.

"I will agree with that a hundred percent," he said.

"So we won't get to share her, I expect we can live with that," I said.

"Me toom there are more fish in the reservoir," The Brit said.

"Got that is an awful thing to say," I replied laughing so hard I actually lost sight of the road for a few seconds. Thank god I was on the interstate and there was no oncoming traffic to worry about.

"You know we are beginning to lose our way," he said.

"Brit did you ever know your way. I could just as easily ended up a serial killer as a cop," I said.

"That's probably true of most cops. They have a moral compass, I believe. You and me are half a bubble off center," he said.

"Maybe a little more than half a bubble in my case," I said.

"Oh I don't know. You aren't into the drugs that burn people's brains out. It would be more profitable, and no more work. So that's a moral choice, and I think a good one." he said.

"Is that one of those, you aren't so bad. You could be cooking meth, kind of compliments?" I asked.

You would expect him to say no, not at all, but he said, "I guess it was." and left it at that.

"You know I might run for Sheriff, but if I do, I want to clean my act up first. Get out of the moonshine business. The people in this county wouldn't hold the moonshine or the bootlegging against me at all. The gang in Dobson about half of them would approve, but I can't keep sliding downhill. There has to be a limit."

"Make up your mind and I'll support you, if you want to run. I think I can make a hell of a argument. Vote for Sylvia or I'll shoot your ass, in the ass," he said.

"Sounds like a good campaign slogan." I agreed. Then added, "There is Mary Ellen."

"Not an issue, you can't make unprovable accusations, it's liable," he said.

"Do we really want to take the chance that it come back on us though?" I asked.

"You want to be Sheriff, I wouldn't worry about it," he said. "It isn't that big a deal. Now those porn movies might be a big enough deal."

"They aren't illegal though," I said. "Maybe the sales will go up. They are looking at the guys who took over Mary Ellen's porno company for her death. You know those two kids who were in school at the time we made them. They shot them to payback their student loans, but they have the master tapes."

"You know you would have to get ahead of that shit. God only knows what would happen." The Brit said.

"One thing I have learned, this is the bible belt for mama, but moonshine and porn for daddy. How it would play out, I have no idea. But I can run in the primary against the Sheriff we have now, or his chief deputy, if the Sheriff doesn't run again. It wouldn't cost much to print a few posters and make a couple of speeches. I am sure I would have to answer the charges in the primary which would get them out of the way, before I invested too much time and money."

"It would blow your moonshine operation. You could never go back to it," The Brit said,

"It's getting to be too much work. The money is good, but I don't have time to spend it." I said.

"That's the trouble with life, you have to keep working to be sure you have an existence," The Brit said.

"Work is the curse of the leisure class," I said. "They are registering for the primary now. Last I heard the Sheriff wasn't on the ballot, but his Chief Deputy is. Deputy Webster wants to be the Sheriff."

"So what do you have to do to register," The Brit asked.

"Pay the filing fee and prove you are resident of the county. Everything else is scrapping with each other," I said.

"So shit register and let them attack you then respond and turn it back on them," The Brit said. "You know Jeremy and I will be on your side. Probably that lawyer Rita as well."

"I'm going to do it. Mostly because I'm tired of cooking liquor. If I lose the race, I might go back to work for Swamp Dog," I said. "If they will have me back again." I said.

"Good for you now let me tell you this, if you get elected and something big comes up, you can always deputize the guys from the church camp," he said.

"I hope that never becomes necessary, but it is comforting to know," I said.

"So you definitely gonna file?" The Brit asked.

"Yeah I think so, I got two more weeks to put my hat in the ring. I'm going to take most of it. I want to cook off this last batch of mash and close down. Then if I don't win the election I can look for something else to do. I got way too much gray money tied up in trade goods. If I don't get elected, I will have to get rid of that stuff for cash.