Incest/Taboo Dig It

Cabot Bronson sweated profusely as he walked down the dirt road in a sparsely populated part of Southern Arizona. He had been riding a dirt bike when it suddenly quit. He had given up trying to restart it, although the gauge indicated there was still half a tank of gas. The damn piece of junk simply wouldn't fire.

Thinking he would come back for it with a truck, he stashed the bike behind some large rocks so it could not be seen from the road. He noted a small cactus nearby which resembled a cross. He would use it as a landmark when he returned for the bike.

The sweat rolled down his back and soaked his jeans and underwear. He was a shade over six feet and tipped the scales at 245 pounds. The extra weight he carried was taking its toll as he slowly lurched down the dirt road.

As he stumbled along, he thought back to the heated argument he and his wife had engaged in before he had jumped on his bike and rode away in anger. He had simply asked June, his wife of 20 years, to speak to her father. He was the owner of Peterson Logistics. Cabot was frustrated that June's father consistently refused to consider Cabot's suggestions.

"Cab, you need to be the one to speak to him," insisted June. "He'll lose respect for you if you go through me to present your ideas."

"He doesn't listen to me," complained Cabot. "He treats me like an idiot who he keeps around because you married me. He shows me no respect."

"That isn't something I can remedy," stated June. "You need to show him your opinions are based on facts gleaned from the data. You've worked your way up and earned your position. Now is the time to be strong and decisive. You cave in to him too easily. Show Dad you have the spine needed to present your ideas, even if he doesn't want to hear what you have to say."

"You don't think I have a backbone?" questioned Cab angrily. "I expect support and encouragement from my wife. Instead, I get condescension and insults. I would think you'd be on my side."

"I am on your side, but I'm not too thrilled at your attitude," retorted June. "Dad built his business because he made tough decisions and took some chances. You need to show him you have some of those traits. Having me lobby him on your behalf is the worst thing we could do."

Cab realized he was on the verge of saying something he would later regret. He stormed from the house, climbed on his dirt bike and took off in a cloud of dust.

"What's with Dad?" asked Cab's 14-year-old son, Dan, to his mother. "He looked pretty mad."

"He's just upset about business and how he's treated by your grandfather. He'll calm down," reasoned June while wishing to herself that Cabot would be more decisive and forceful in his dealings with her father.

"Why is Grandpa so mean to Dad?" asked Dan. "What has he done to make Grandpa treat him like he does?"

"He's not really trying to be mean so much as he's trying to get your father to stand up to him. If your father takes over the business, he'll have all kinds of people trying to take advantage of his good nature," predicted June. "Dad's trying to prod your father into being more self-assured and confident."

"It doesn't seem like running Dad down and insulting him would be the way to increase his confidence," replied Dan.

"I can't argue that," agreed June. "Try explaining it to your grandfather."

Cab was feeling flushed and a bit dizzy as he trudged along. When he heard a truck approaching, he stepped to the side of the road and held up a thumb, indicating he would like a ride. Dust drifted around Cab as the truck immediately slid to a stop. A man a few inches shorter than Cab stepped down from the truck and approached him. The man had a pock-marked face and a greasy looking short beard and mustache.

He surveyed Cab for a full minute before breaking into a crooked grin. Speaking with a heavy accent, he made a suggestion. "Gringo, you are lost. Climb in the back of the truck and we'll give you a ride."

Even in his exhausted state, Cab realized the man standing in front of him was not someone he could trust. Several equally questionable characters were watching from the back of the flatbed Ford.

"Thanks, but I just remembered my wife is going to be driving by soon. I'll just wait for her. I appreciate the offer," responded Cab as politely as he could.

The man in front of him grinned even more before turning to face the men in the back of the truck. Cab saw the slight nod just before the men jumped off the truck and surrounded him.

"I don't know what you've got in mind, but..." was all Cab managed before everything went dark.

The first thing Cab felt was a splitting headache. He slowly lifted his right hand and felt the back of his head. His fingers found a large lump with blood slowly seeping from it. It was very tender to his touch. He was attempting to open his crust-laden eyes when he was suddenly immersed in water.

The shock and surprise caused him to sit up quickly, which in turn caused him to pass out once again. A second dose of water dumped on his face brought him around again. This time, Cab slowly wiped his face and eyes before carefully opening them.

"We have a lot of work to do," stated the man who had first approached him from the truck. He loomed over Cab as he flashed that same miserable grin. "Get up and start helping the others."

Cab looked in the direction the man indicated and saw numerous men with wheelbarrows entering a large cave in the back wall of the large warehouse type building he was inside. As he struggled to stand, he saw several more men emerge from the cave with wheelbarrows of soil and rock. These men pushed up a dirt incline, before crossing a plank placed from the dirt to the rear of a large dump truck. They dumped their loads into the dump truck and headed back toward the cave.

Cab felt a sudden shock and jerked involuntarily. The man next to Cab again flashed his signature grin as he showed Cab the cattle prod he held in his left hand.

"Get that wheelbarrow and get in that tunnel or I'll keep shocking you until you pass out again," promised the miserable bastard as he waved the prod in front of Cab's face.

Cab surprised the man when he suddenly grabbed the prod and jerked it from his hand. He used it as a cudgel and cracked the man upside his head. As the sadistic bastard staggered from the blow, Cab ground the prod into the man's stomach before moving it down to his groin.

A sudden blow to his shoulders caused Cab to drop the prod and fall to his knees. Once the pain subsided, Cab turned to look at his attacker.

"Ramon? What are you doing here and why did you just club me? I need to get back home. What's going on?" asked a bewildered Cab.

"It seems you've disappeared. Your wife and kids are very concerned about your welfare. State Senator Stevens is doing everything he can to console them," replied the man Cab knew as Ramon.

"That's a pretty strange thing to say when you can see I'm standing right here. I may have a few bruises, but I'm okay otherwise. Why did you hit me?"

"I couldn't let you embarrass my lieutenant like that. The workers here need to respect and fear him. Getting the shit kicked out of him by a pudgy Gringo isn't the way to maintain that fear, so I had to intervene.

"This bastard works for you?" asked the Cabot in surprise. "He's a damn sadist. You need to fire his ass."

"I probably should for allowing you to get the upper hand so easily, but I need him. He knows his job and he's good at it. Now he'll have an added incentive to keep your ass in line."

"What the hell are you talking about?" demanded Cab. "I'm not working here. In fact, I'm leaving right now."

Cab saw Ramon nod and he immediately felt pain in his lower back. Once he had regained his breath, Cab turned to see the guy he had smacked with the prod was once again holding it.

"What you're going to do is take a wheelbarrow, go into the tunnel and get to work. You really won't like the alternative, which involves strong batteries and electricity coursing through your body," responded Ramon calmly. "Go now, or Miguel will begin his revenge."

Cab saw the evil smile on the man he now knew to be Miguel as he raised the prod and pointed it Cab's stomach. Without another word, Cab grabbed the nearest wheelbarrow and headed into the tunnel.

His head ached and his hands soon became blistered. By the end of the day, Cab's hands were bleeding, his back ached and he was still fighting nausea. The job was incredibly mindless. He loaded dirt and rocks other men had broken from the back wall of the tunnel and wheeled it to the dump truck. He then went back to the cave and did the same thing again.

Cab could not help but notice how tough and wiry his fellow workers were. He outweighed every other man working there, some by almost double, yet they seemed to have no problem pushing the heavy load up the incline and dumping it. For his part, Cab was huffing by the time he had reached the midway point of the incline. By the time he reached the point where he could dump his load, he was heavily gasping for air.

Cab had no idea how long he had been working, but it felt like an eternity. He was on the verge of collapse when Miguel signaled they could stop for the day. The other men headed to a doorway in a side wall, so Cab slowly followed. When he went through the door he immediately became aware of the sounds and smells of food preparation.

The others formed a line and walked to a station where a skinny old man dished out some sort of rice and bean concoction. Cab had never been fond of Mexican food, but he was salivating at the aromas caressing his senses. The skinny man dishing out the food gave everyone just one large scoop of whatever it was. As hungry as Cab felt, he knew it would never be enough. He had no idea how long he had been unconscious, so it could have been days since he last ate.

Cab noticed the others ate their food slowly, savoring every bite, so he forced himself to do the same. What normally would have required about a minute to devour, was stretched out to ten minutes.

Only after the men had finished eating did they begin to speak to each other. Cab only knew a few words in Spanish, but by watching the speakers' eyes and hands, he was often able to follow the gist of the conversations.

"What is your name, Gringo?" asked one of the bigger men seated at the table. Cab was several inches taller than the man and had him by fifty pounds, but the man was obviously rugged and capable.

"My name is Cabot. Everyone calls me Cab, Cab Bronson," stated Cab in what he thought was a friendly manner.

The man looked at him and then broke into a hearty laugh as he repeated Cab's name. "Cab Bronson? Cab Bronson? I think we will call you Cabrón!"

This statement caused gales of laughter from the other men. Cab had grown up with three older brothers and had played sports in high school. He recognized the situation for what it was. They were hazing the new guy. He also was well aware that his reaction to it would go a long way toward determining how the others treated him in the future.

He looked the man in the eye as he waited for the laughter to subside. "That's El Cabrón to you, Asshole."

The man stared back at Cab for a few seconds before breaking into loud laughter. "El Cabrón it is!"

The man then began explaining what had transpired to those who did not speak English. Soon everyone was laughing again. They smiled as they looked Cab's way. Just that quickly, Cab became known as El Cabrón to his workmates.

After dinner, the men drifted into another room which contained a line of homemade bunk beds built against a wall. Cab waited until everyone sat down or stood near a bed before looking for a bunk he could claim. Naturally, the bottom bunks were all taken, so Cab picked a top one near the door. There were a couple of boards nailed across the foot of the bunk. Cab quickly ascertained they were placed there to allow a person to access the top bunk. He climbed up and into his bed, with consisted of two blankets tossed over a sheet of plywood.

To Cab, it seemed like he had barely closed his eyes when a loud bell went off and the others began to sit up, scratch their balls and fart as they climbed out of their bunks. A line quickly formed to the few available toilets. Cab climbed down and stood in the first line. As he did so, he took stock of his body. His hands were still raw and sore. His back felt surprisingly good considering the work he had done the previous day, as well as sleeping on a plywood slab. What did not feel good were his arms, chest and legs. His muscles were stiff and sore, worse than he had experienced during football season in high school.

He made it through the day, but not without considerable pain. His hands were bleeding within a few minutes of starting work. An hour into his shift, Cab ripped the sleeves off his shirt and wrapped them around his hands. The pain was still constant, but the bleeding eventually abated. Surprisingly, his arm, leg and chest muscles loosened up once he began working and did not present too much of an issue.

Cab was touched when several of his coworkers offered encouragement. While eating lunch, a small man named Antonio offered Cam some of his food. Cam was hungry enough to eat everything on the menu at Burger King, but graciously refused Antonio's offer. He knew the smaller man worked hard and needed his nourishment, plus Cab could well afford to lose a few pounds.

Cab lost track of the day of the week. He awoke one morning with the realization he no longer knew what month it was. He was greatly concerned about June and the kids, but the security was tight and he had found no opportunity to escape his situation.

He wondered if everyone had given up him. Did June think she was a widow? Did the kids think he was dead or had forsaken them? He was watched closely, but he knew how difficult that could be over time. Cab was determined to bide his time and wait for the opportunity to escape from the hell he was now living.

He had eventually determined he was in Mexico and working to dig a substantial tunnel deep into United States territory. He had to appreciate the planning and effort that went into the endeavor. Every few days a man, obviously an engineer, inspected the tunnel and took measurements. It was apparent to Cab that the people digging the tunnel had a precise destination in mind. They certainly didn't plan on just popping up in the Arizona desert with the hope the border patrol would not notice them.

After he had been working a month or so, Cab's guards gave him a pair of denim pants. His old jeans had been reduced to rags and the waist was several inches too large. Cab no longer bothered wearing a shirt, once his old one pretty much disintegrated. Cab never asked for another one.

Cab and Antonio became friendly over time. They first used sign language and the few words each knew of the other's language to communicate, but Cab was surprised to discover he had a knack for languages. Eventually, he and Antonio were conversing entirely in Spanish.

One evening as the crew ate dinner, a man sitting several chairs away from Cab suddenly began waving his arms and pointing to his mouth. As the others sat and chattered about the situation, Cab stood and moved behind the man. He wrapped his arms around the fellow, pressed a fist into his midsection and jerked it into his upper abdomen hard. Nothing happened, so Cab repeated the process, Again nothing happened and Cab began to worry the man would die, He put a little extra into his next effort and was rewarded when a chunk of hard bread flew from the man's mouth and struck a compadre seated on the other side of the table.

Cab was relieved to see the object dislodge. The fellow's gasps were the best sound Cab had heard in a long time. To his surprise, the others in the room began to applaud his efforts, which had saved the life their fellow worker. Cab graciously bowed to the room and resumed his seat as the applause increased for a brief period. Several of the men called out "El Cabrón" as they applauded. Cab gave a big smile and waved to those who chanted his nickname.

That evening as he stretched out in his bunk, Cab considered what he had learned and how much of his life he had missed while he was being held against his will. Ramon, Senator Steven's aide, knew where he was, but obviously never told the authorities about Cab's situation.

Was it possible Senator Stevens was aware of the tunnel and the men being forced to dig it? That thought concerned Cab since his father-in-law had a rather close business and personal relationship with Stevens.

As an Arizona state senator, Stevens had connections and influence, two of the things June's father highly valued. What if he had somehow became entangled in Stevens' machinations? What would happen to June and his kids?

Were they searching for him still? Had they ever bothered to look for him? Was he even missed by June? He knew the kids would be saddened by his absence, but what about June? How did she feel?

There was also the issue of the tunnel. Cab didn't know the final destination or the actual purpose of the tunnel, but he could make some damn good guesses. It would probably be used for drug and human trafficking. What would happen to the twenty or so men who were digging it? It seemed unlikely they would be allowed to leave and resume their lives. The chances of someone revealing the existence of the tunnel was too great for the top honchos to accept. Cab imagined the bastards making the men dig their own graves before filling them with their bodies.

It seemed highly unlikely the digging of the tunnel would continue much longer. Cab had paced off the length as he pushed the wheelbarrow in and determined it was now almost a full mile. How much farther would they want it to go? Cab had an uneasy feeling about the near future, and how short his might be. He needed to do something soon. He was certain of that. It was better to die trying to escape than digging his own grave before taking a bullet in the head.

The guards had become somewhat lax since there had been so little resistance from the men digging the tunnel. As Cab walked past Miguel one morning, he noticed the man was actually text messaging with his phone. Taking a quick glance around and seeing no other guards near, he acted on impulse. He swung his fist and smashed Miguel on the side of the jaw. The bastard dropped like a rock!

Antonio had been walking behind Cab and gasped in surprise as Miguel went down. Cab had no illusions about what would happen if he didn't manage to escape, so he needed to make certain Miguel wouldn't come around and warn others before he made his getaway.

To that end, he kicked Miguel in the temple with considerable force. He didn't think he had struck him hard enough to kill the man, but that really wasn't a concern. He simply had to be certain Miguel remained silent for a few minutes. By then, it would be over one way or the other.

The only weapons the guards working in proximity to the men working could carry were the damn cattle prods. Cab reached down and grabbed Miguel's from his limp hand. He then decided to see if it was charged, so he jabbed the unconscious man with it. The obvious twitch indicated the prod worked and Miguel was still alive.

Cab moved quickly toward the tunnel. He found a wheelbarrow and guided it toward the entrance with one hand while clutching the prod behind his back. The guard standing at the tunnel entrance gave Cab a brief nod before turned his attention to a man pushing a loaded wheelbarrow toward him. That was all the opening Cab needed. He whipped the prod around and smashed the guard in the face. The man groaned and clutched his nose just as Cab brought the weapon down on the man's head. He fell to the ground and went silent.

The man who had been pushing the loaded wheelbarrow immediately ran over and began kicking the guard. Cab and Antonio watched the man until he lost his enthusiasm for abusing the unconscious form. He suddenly realized the guard's prod was lying on the ground. He scooped it up, turned and began running into the tunnel, yelling curses as he went.

Cab knew from experience there would be at least three guards stationed at check points in the tunnel. Things were about to become very interesting for them.

The huge warehouse had one large door for the dump trucks to enter and leave. There was only one other entrance. Cab knew it was always locked and guarded by heavily armed men on the other side.

He opened the door to the dump truck and climbed up. As he settled into the seat, he was pleased to see keys in the ignition, but surprised to see Antonio settling into the passenger seat.

"Hang on," growled Cab in Spanish, as he fired up the truck. The vehicle sat about fifty feet from the large overhead door, which was closed and locked. Cab gave the big truck all the fuel he could as it slowly began moving toward the door. He was shifting the old truck into the next gear as it came in contact with the door. Cab had hoped it would simply break the door loose so it would crash to the ground in front of him.

To his surprise, an entire section of the warehouse wall went over with the door! He kept the pedal to the floor and glanced at his side mirror. He was gratified to see the other prisoners were running through the opening and scattering in every direction.

Cab knew he'd never outrun another vehicle in the ponderous truck, so he made a quick decision. "Antonio, be ready to jump out. I'm going to head the truck toward that stream. I'll jump out when I'm sure it's going over the side of the bank. We'll walk across country."

Antonio nodded his understanding before opening his door and leaping out. Cab had a few seconds to marvel at his friend's courage and his trust in Cab. He jerked the wheel to the left. Once he was certain the truck was going over the bank and toward the river, he jumped.

He wound up rolling part way down the embankment before he managed to regain his feet. As he stood, Cab heard the old truck hit the water. He watched in amazement as it continued to drive into deeper water. The huge tires were covered as water flowed over them before the truck finally stalled. It appeared that the downstream side of the truck had hit a hole or some loose mud as it began to lean downstream. The rapidly moving water did the rest as the old truck was pushed onto its side where it slowly began drifting toward deeper water.

Cab decided he had watched long enough and climbed to the top of the ridge to find a grinning Antonio waiting for him. The two men immediately left the dirt road and walked briskly over a hill and out of sight.

As they walked, Antonio explained that he was familiar with the area and would help Cab get back to the United States.

"I should be able to walk there," reasoned Cab. "I'm pretty sure that tunnel we were digging was partly in U.S. territory."

"I agree, but what about the outlaws on this side and the gringos on the other side of the border? You don't have any money of identification. You don't look like a rich Gringo with that beard and long dirty hair.

"You'll be captured and back digging for Ramon, if he isn't so pissed he just kills you. If you manage to get by the scum on this side of the border, it will be a toss-up whether you are caught by the border patrol or captured by men working for Ramon on that side of the border. You might be able to survive the border patrol if they took the time to investigate your story. You would not do well if Ramon regained control of El Cabrón."

"I have to assume this is leading to you presenting a better idea," stated Cab. "I think the border patrol would easily verify my story, especially if June reported me missing. I'll admit that falling in Ramon's hands again wouldn't work out for me."

"I know a few people who can help," promised Antonio. "El Cabrón saved many men today. You will find you have friends in Mexico. Word will spread quickly."

Cab felt he had few options, and Antonio appeared to know where he was headed, so he stuck with his new friend. They managed to bum some meals from acquaintances of Antonio's over the next week, but for the most part the two friends remained away from highways and populated areas.

Antonio finally indicated they had reached their destination. He told Cab to remain well away from a small town while he went in to find a guy who owed him a favor. He was back within the hour.

"Now we wait. Someone will come to pick us up and help you get back into the United States. You will be expected to pay the person helping you, so do not be surprised."

"Don't be surprised?" demanded Cab. "I'm damned surprised you think I can pay for anything. You know I don't have a dime on me. Maybe it's time I went off on my own. If I can get to a legitimate border crossing, I'm sure this mess would be straightened out."

"I am not talking about money," insisted Antonio. "El Cabrón is well known. He has some equity that is even better than American dollars."

Cab was unconvinced and was about to tell Antonio he was leaving. Just then, an ancient pickup truck came over the knoll and stopped near them in a cloud of dust. An old man stuck his hand out the window and motioned for the two men to join him in the truck.

Cab was dubious, but followed Antonio as he climbed into the relic. They rode in the stifling cab for several hours. The window was open but either the old man was afraid of surpassing thirty miles per hour or the truck was incapable of it. Cab found himself hanging his head out the window much like the dog he had as a kid would do.

Cab couldn't conceal his surprise when the truck pulled up in front of a very large house sitting on a low hill. It was several hundred yards from the next nearest home and had a tall chain link fence separating it from the rest of the world. A well dressed man opened a gate and allowed Antonio and Cab to enter. The man led them around the side to a pool house near a very large pool.

"There are towels inside. You need to shower before you can meet my boss," insisted the man in Spanish. "Throw away the rags you're wearing. You'll find some swim suits and shirts inside. Put some on and then come back out to the pool."

Cab and Antonio went inside to find a clean, modern bathroom equipped with a large shower. Cab glanced at a full length mirror and was shocked at what he saw. Looking back at him was a heavily bearded man with a dark tan and an impressive physique. He realized that months of back-breaking labor while eating rice and beans twice a day had greatly improved his general health. His hair was a wild mess, hanging down to his shoulders and was matted and filthy.

"You'd better go first, Antonio. It looks like I'll be in the shower for a while," observed Cab. "Small wonder that guy's lip curled up when he saw me. I look more like Bigfoot than a human."

When it was his turn, Cab spent a lot of time cleaning his beard and hair. It required most of the shampoo to finally get to where he felt he was actually clean. He pulled on a pair of board shorts he found in a drawer, but none of the shirts seemed to fit, causing Cab to wonder if the clothes were placed there for teens.

He finally gave up looking for a shirt and walked out to the pool wearing only the shorts. He was met with a loud gasp as he stepped out the door.

Seated in a chair by the pool was a girl Cab guessed to be seventeen. She was slim but had enough in the breast department to indicate she was rapidly approaching adulthood. The girl was staring at him with her mouth hanging open.

"Are you that guy from Aquaman?" asked the wide eyed girl.

Cab chuckled at the girl's question before replying. "I doubt I'd be here if I was, but thanks for the ego boost."

"Close your mouth now, Maria," insisted a woman who had walked up behind Cab. She bore a strong resemblance to the younger one.

"I'm Olivia Perez and this is my daughter, Maria. She was about to leave so I can speak privately with you and Antonio."

Maria quickly took the hint and left the pool area, but not before sauntering across the deck with an extra sway of her hips. As she reached the gate, she turned quickly to see if Cab had been watching. Cab gave her an exaggerated wink causing the young woman to blush a deep red before going into the house.

"She's seventeen going on thirty," stated Olivia as she shook her head in disapproval. "I'm sure you're more interested in why I asked to meet with you than the flirtations of a young girl."

"I'm equally certain the correct response to your statement is complete agreement," countered Cab. "Olivia seems an unusual name for an obviously Hispanic woman in Mexico."

"My mother was a huge fan of Olivia Newton-John and named me after her. I suppose I should be glad it wasn't Whitesnake, Def Leppard or The Kinks," replied Olivia. It's a bit ironic a man known as El Cabrón thinks my name is unusual."

"That's more of a nickname, to be honest," responded Cab. "My mother never really approved of Cabróns."

"That's reassuring," admitted Olivia with a smile. "Now let's get down to brass tacks. My late husband owned Perez Transportation, a trucking company which became mine upon his untimely death. I expect what I tell you to remain private."

"Hey, my lips are sealed, but I can't vouch for Antonio," joked Cab as he watched Antonio's stricken face.

"El Cabrón knows I can be trusted!" insisted Antonio before seeing Cab's grin and realizing he was busting his chops. "That is your Yankee humor!"

"Your Spanish is very good," observed Olivia in an effort to regain control of the conversation. "Have you spent a lot of time in Mexico?"

"It sure seems like it, but I was never here before those thugs knocked me out and abducted me," replied Cab. "I was taken by Miguel and his buddies on January seventh. What's today's date?"

"We are just three weeks from Christmas," answered Olivia. "Your appearance has changed drastically since you were taken. Your photo was all over the news and internet, even here in Mexico. Your family was very worried."

"Speaking of which, could I borrow a phone to call them? I really need to be sure they're all doing okay."

"That's what we're negotiating," declared Olivia with a devious smile. "You want to get back to your family and I want to meet your father-in-law. I think both our businesses could do very well if we worked together."

"No problem!" exclaimed Cab with relief. "Once I get back home, I'll introduce the two of you. How soon can we leave?"

"There's more," added Olivia quickly.

"There's always more," quipped a subdued Cab. "Let me guess. I have to find a cure for cancer, end world hunger and talk the president out of building the wall."

"It isn't anything El Cabrón cannot easily handle," began Olivia as she ignored Cab's last statement. "I want you to go into our company office and look at our operations. I have been advised that you are a bit of a genius with logistics.

"When we get to the states, you are not only going to introduce me to Mr. Peterson, but you are going to convince him that the deal I am proposing will greatly benefit his business. He will listen to you."

"That statement alone indicates you've never met my father-in-law," declared Cab. "He seems to think I have shit for brains."

"My sources tell me he has been less profitable of late because you are no longer there to oversee the routes and cargo his company moves. I think he will be happy to see you return."

"Regardless of what you've heard or what you may think, the old bastard will try to blame me for being shanghaied for ten months," predicted Cab. "My wife will probably agree with him."

"Your wife is very beautiful and a source of great interest to a certain politician in Arizona. It's imperative you return home to your family as soon as possible, which will be as soon as I can get the proper credentials for you, but only after you use your expertise to make my company more efficient," qualified Olivia.

"Let's get started then. I need to get home and straighten things out. Do you have any clothes I can borrow that would actually fit? These shorts are binding the boys up and I couldn't even begin the put on one of those little shirts. Maybe your deceased husband's clothes would fit?

"You're wearing his shorts and just said you were unable to squeeze into his shirts," replied Olivia. "I will send someone to get you some clothes. In the meantime, my cook should now have a meal prepared. I'm sure you must be hungry."

"As long as it isn't beans and rice, I'm ready to dig in," responded Cab with enthusiasm.

"It looks like I'll have to wait until I get back to the States for prime rib and a baked potato," observed Cab as he sat at Olivia's table and forked refried beans into his mouth. "If I never see another bean again, I'll be happy."

The next morning, Olivia explained her situation more thoroughly as they rode to her company's headquarters. "The system is completely computerized. We use software very similar to what your company uses, so you should have no trouble understanding everything."

As they pulled into a reserved parking place, Olivia tossed out something she apparently deemed inconsequential. "You may have a bit of a problem with Alejandro. He worked for my husband and acts like it is his company and wants to make me his woman. You can be certain that I am not his woman, nor will I ever be his woman. You are free to take whatever measures you feel are necessary to make him comply with your recommendations."

Antonio had been quietly riding in the back seat, but Olivia's statement perked him up immediately. "This sounds like a job for El Cabrón!"

"You waited until we got here to tell me you have some kind of psycho working for you and I'm supposed to handle him?" asked Cab in disbelief. "You could have mentioned something before we left. I could have brought a club or something."

"As Antonio just pointed out, El Cabrón should have no problem with Alejandro. He may be big, but I think you are stronger," replied Olivia in a matter of fact manner.

"He's big? I might be stronger? What in hell have I gotten into?" asked Cab nervously. "I'm not a mercenary, trained fighter or even a fast runner. If I get through this, I expect to be leaving for home damn soon."

Olivia made it a point to tell her staff El Cabrón was the man with her. She revealed that he was going to study the company's logistics and possibly suggest some improvements. Cab had just started getting familiar with the software when a burly man slammed the door open and rumbled into the room.

The others in the room suddenly had things to do that involved being as far from Cab as possible. Everything went quiet until Olivia began to speak.

"Alejandro, this is El Cabrón. He was just..."

"Leaving!" snarled the big man. "I don't need some Gringo asshole checking on my work. Get the fuck out now or I'll kick your ass all the way back to the U.S."

Cab was stunned at the sheer size of the man he now faced. He had to have four inches and forty pounds on Cab. The guy was obviously as mad as hell and looking to administer an ass kicking of epic proportions.

Cab's oldest brothers had always been a lot bigger than Cab back when he was growing up. He had taken more than a few brotherly beatings before he learned how to hold his own. He decided to utilize the lessons he learned from his older brothers. The difference would in the severity of his reaction.

He had learned early on to get in the first punch. That alone greatly increased the chances of survival. If it was possible to get in the second and third shot, the odds increased even more.

"Hi, my name's Cab, not El Cabrón," began Cab as he walked toward the man with his hand out in an offer to shake with him. "It's nice to know the missing link's no longer missing."

"What are you saying?" demanded the man as he took a step toward Cab while forming a fist with his right hand.

Cab gave the man a big grin, which was all it took. To no one's surprise, Alejandro launched a haymaker at Cab's chin. Since the man had telegraphed his intention from another time zone, Cab easily dodged the fist.

The large man was turned sideways to Cab with his right side unprotected. Cab chopped his adversary in a kidney with a wicked left. Before the pain of that blow registered, Cab brought his right up from down near his toes. He connected with the man's neck just below his ear, causing him to stagger backward. Cab was amazed the man was still standing, but he was determined that would not be the case much longer. He grabbed handful of hair and pulled down as he brought his knee up as hard as he could.

He felt Alejandro's nose flatten and heard some rather disturbing sounds as he released his hold and watched the man drop to the floor face first.

"Why do I have the feeling he's the reason you brought me here?" asked Cab calmly. "Let's cut the shit and get me back home."

"I admit I took advantage of your arrival. Your necessary paperwork should arrive any minute. Once my people get here with it we'll fly to Arizona and meet with your father-in-law," replied Olivia, as she glanced at the prone form lying on the floor.

"Juan, call an ambulance for this idiot. If anyone bothers to ask what happened, tell them the clumsy oaf fell down the stairs."

"There are no stairs," pointed out Juan as he reached for the office phone.

"That indicates just how clumsy Alejandro is, doesn't it? If it makes you feel better, you can say he was hit by a truck. They'd believe that story after looking the poor bastard over," responded Olivia as she led Cab and Antonio from the room.

Less than an hour later, Cab, Antonio and Olivia were climbing into a smaller twin engine plane for the short flight to a public landing strip in a town near Peterson's eight hundred-acre property.

Cab felt like kissing the land under his feet when he stepped off the plane. He was finally back home! He just hoped his wife and kids would be as happy to see him as he knew he'd be to see them.

Olivia had a limo pick them up at the landing strip. As they drove toward Cab's small home town, Cab noticed a new business had sprung up on what had been vacant wasteland. He knew immediately the way he wanted to return home. He turned his attention back to Olivia and asked, "Do you know how to ride a Harley?"

June Bronson had been pissed at Cab when he petulantly jumped on his dirt bike and rode off, effectively ending their discussion. It was an argument they had suffered through a few times. He felt June should pave the way for him with her father, but she knew her dad well enough to refuse that tact. Her father wanted Cab to be more forceful and decisive.

Bill Peterson's wife, Betty, had been after him to cut back on his work load and spend more time with his family, as well as with her. They had planned for years to travel more and work less, but Bill was still putting in long hours. He had hopes that his only child's husband would carry the load for the family. Cab was capable enough, but he was far too wishy-washy to suit Bill. He had hoped June's husband would grow into the job by watching how Bill handled things, but it didn't seem to be working out like he had hoped.

June's annoyance increased during the day, as Cab failed to return after a reasonable period of time. She was disappointing in him for sulking like a little boy. When he didn't return by dark, she became concerned and called some friends to see if Cab was visiting them, but no one knew his whereabouts.

June didn't sleep well that night as she worried that Cab may have had an accident on the dirt bike. At first light, she was driving up and down the local roads looking for any sign of Cab, but found nothing.​