Quill claimed he hadn't seen Timothy Allen Teague in person for almost a year, his banishment from the ranch leveled on him via text message. Quill had gone to the ranch to confront Teague but Clancey made it clear that Teague didn't want to see him. Quill told Hatchet it wasn't unusual for Teague to vanish for months at a time even from the Dog Boys. When Hatchet asked if he could lure Teague into the open if he promised him the egg, even with Quill's limited knowledge and deductive skills, he assumed he could indeed. Tim get's all hot and bothered over that old stuff, Quill told him, sometimes he looks at his old paintings like a TV, for hours like just starin at em.
But did Lassiter and Tim ever meet face to face?
Quill had limited knowledge of Brody Lassiter. To Quill, Lassiter seemed just another rich man he might have seen in the office over the years but he heard rumors among the gang that some of their errands involved shuttling packages between the two. Quill claimed he and Clancey had once delivered a suitcase to two jock/military types in a truck-stop parking lot in exchange for a heavy metal box that Clancey ordered Quill to carry into the 30th floor storage in the Nesbit Building. After the exchange, during the ride back to the office, a cocky and intoxicated Clancey called the men Jesus soldiers and some of the other Dog Boys translated this slander into Guardians from Calvary Fellowship Church. Hatchet asked him if he had heard any of the Dog Boys talk about the Calvary Fellowship robbery. They wanted to kill you, Quill told him. They almost succeeded, Hatchet gave him a smile. Quill told him Tommy had a big mouth and Clancey had roughed him up a few times for saying certain things to certain people. Sounds like Clancey keeps a tight ship. Clancey is a asshole; he's Tim's favorite; he lies about the other guys to get Tim mad at them; I hate that asshole so much, I think sometimes I might could kill him. That's between you and Clancey, Hatchet explained. You think you might have killed me if Clancey had asked you? I don’t know, Hatchet; maybe back then, maybe. Quill’s dense eyes grew sharp as if her were staring into Hatchet’s head, digging around for something he couldn’t explain, something he wouldn’t recognize if he found it. Quill, I might need your help with something, something to do with Clancey and Tommy and the rest of them. If it helps me get Clancey back for the stuff he done to me, I'll help you, man.
Hatchet once again strained in silent exploration of Quill’s reality, weighing it against the incentives, confronted with the ghost of Woody Hightower. But here's the deal, it could get pretty dangerous. An evil thrill swallowed Quill's face. I don't care about dangerous, man. I’m not joking; I’m talking guns and assholes, assholes with guns. Hatchet, I've been shot, he said and gave Hatchet a playful shove. No shit? Fuck yeah, dude. He lifted his shirt and pointed at two star shaped scars in the lateral muscles under his massive arm. Check this out, Hatchet said and pulled his shirt over his shoulder and showed him the fist sized wound. Dude, Quill said, that’s a big one. Kinda puts us in the same club, I guess. Yeah, dude, and I’ve been stabbed, been beat on by cops and run over by mutherfuckers. Jesuschrist, Quill, you’re in a club all your own. I aint been a good kid. That’s an understatement. But I aint never ratted on nobody, Hatchet; I never ratted on nobody when I was in the Dogs but what did they do? they kicked me out, dude; not one of those guys stood up for me or backed me up after all the ass kickin I did for em; I hate em, dude.
Hatchet knew this mindset all too well. Every kid he had seen in the juvenile justice system clung to their gang associations as a replacement for their neglectful families. When those nurtured affiliations tore or broke, an escalating resentment took hold and violence usually followed. Nothing ruins a child faster than betrayal. Nothing can criminalize a heart with greater effectiveness than being forsaken. I’m not gonna help you kill Clancey, Quill, that’s not what this is about. What’s it about then? Hatchet found himself speechless. He could save a young intelligent boy in Mexico from suicide-by-revenge but where would he begin with Quill? How could he illuminate irrationality to one so lacking in capacity?
But did Lassiter and Tim ever meet face to face?
Quill had limited knowledge of Brody Lassiter. To Quill, Lassiter seemed just another rich man he might have seen in the office over the years but he heard rumors among the gang that some of their errands involved shuttling packages between the two. Quill claimed he and Clancey had once delivered a suitcase to two jock/military types in a truck-stop parking lot in exchange for a heavy metal box that Clancey ordered Quill to carry into the 30th floor storage in the Nesbit Building. After the exchange, during the ride back to the office, a cocky and intoxicated Clancey called the men Jesus soldiers and some of the other Dog Boys translated this slander into Guardians from Calvary Fellowship Church. Hatchet asked him if he had heard any of the Dog Boys talk about the Calvary Fellowship robbery. They wanted to kill you, Quill told him. They almost succeeded, Hatchet gave him a smile. Quill told him Tommy had a big mouth and Clancey had roughed him up a few times for saying certain things to certain people. Sounds like Clancey keeps a tight ship. Clancey is a asshole; he's Tim's favorite; he lies about the other guys to get Tim mad at them; I hate that asshole so much, I think sometimes I might could kill him. That's between you and Clancey, Hatchet explained. You think you might have killed me if Clancey had asked you? I don’t know, Hatchet; maybe back then, maybe. Quill’s dense eyes grew sharp as if her were staring into Hatchet’s head, digging around for something he couldn’t explain, something he wouldn’t recognize if he found it. Quill, I might need your help with something, something to do with Clancey and Tommy and the rest of them. If it helps me get Clancey back for the stuff he done to me, I'll help you, man.
Hatchet once again strained in silent exploration of Quill’s reality, weighing it against the incentives, confronted with the ghost of Woody Hightower. But here's the deal, it could get pretty dangerous. An evil thrill swallowed Quill's face. I don't care about dangerous, man. I’m not joking; I’m talking guns and assholes, assholes with guns. Hatchet, I've been shot, he said and gave Hatchet a playful shove. No shit? Fuck yeah, dude. He lifted his shirt and pointed at two star shaped scars in the lateral muscles under his massive arm. Check this out, Hatchet said and pulled his shirt over his shoulder and showed him the fist sized wound. Dude, Quill said, that’s a big one. Kinda puts us in the same club, I guess. Yeah, dude, and I’ve been stabbed, been beat on by cops and run over by mutherfuckers. Jesuschrist, Quill, you’re in a club all your own. I aint been a good kid. That’s an understatement. But I aint never ratted on nobody, Hatchet; I never ratted on nobody when I was in the Dogs but what did they do? they kicked me out, dude; not one of those guys stood up for me or backed me up after all the ass kickin I did for em; I hate em, dude.
Hatchet knew this mindset all too well. Every kid he had seen in the juvenile justice system clung to their gang associations as a replacement for their neglectful families. When those nurtured affiliations tore or broke, an escalating resentment took hold and violence usually followed. Nothing ruins a child faster than betrayal. Nothing can criminalize a heart with greater effectiveness than being forsaken. I’m not gonna help you kill Clancey, Quill, that’s not what this is about. What’s it about then? Hatchet found himself speechless. He could save a young intelligent boy in Mexico from suicide-by-revenge but where would he begin with Quill? How could he illuminate irrationality to one so lacking in capacity?
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