114 miles away

114 Miles Away

Brandon walked into Damien's Gun shop, a little bell ringing as he entered. Damien was helping a customer a big flannel shirted redneck wearing a bandanna Brandon wondered around the store keeping his back to Damien browsing handguns and pistols. Five Min's later when Bandanna man headed to the shooting range for an hour of free target practice, Damien locked up the ammo case and came out from behind the counter.

"Hey there" he said "Anything in particular you looking for?"

Brandon kept his face carefully downward, as if  looking at a gun in a gun case. "Could be I heard this was the place to come for packages not guns."

Damien stared at then his jaw dropped to his chest."Jesus Brandon."

Brandon smiled.

"Son of a Bitch Brandon." He offered a meaty hand shake and pumped Brandon's."Son of a bitch."

"So you got some packages for me, or not, you big bastard."

"Yeah Yeah I got them, Brandon there all here. except the ones you asked me to mail back to you. I thought you forgot the rest of them. Its been  awhile."

"It took some time to take care of some things. Hope it wasn't a problem.:"

"No No of course not. Come on in the back. I just let them sit there.until I heard form you."

"You never opened them?"

"Now why would I do that?" The only time I even moved them was when I painted the place about two years back." He threw the deadbolt on the front door and gestured Brandon to follow him. They went to the back  Damien unlocked a closet.

"There they are. three of them right?"

Brandon glanced at the boxes all wrapped in brown packaging and addressed to Damien's  by Brandon's own handwriting, postmarked January 10 2002. "Right three of them."

The first five were long gone.Three mailed to panama city and 2 never seen again. Brandon felt a rush just thinking about it.

"Damn it Brandon you look good." Damien said scratching his head." Hard thing coming out of prison not fucked up.never  did believe you killed that woman in the woods. The hunter they said. Hell the Brandon James I know never liked to hunt. and they way you always loved your little sister. Why I just knew you didn't have it in you to take a woman in the woods and shoot her in the back."

"You always did know me better than anyone else didn't ya Damien.?" Brandon said he was careful to say it casually without accusation. But Damien might have caught it anyways, he shuffled his feet.

"So do you want to take theses with you now.?"

"I will take them I need some empty boxes, and maybe to borrow your truck for a little while, OK?"

"Go ahead." Damien said."I need it back by 6 though"

Brandon looked at his watch three o'clock, Panama city less then 2 hours away.

Not that it mattered whether he got the truck back by 6 Damien wouldn't be needing it.

Short I know but I had to write Brandon's pov it just goes with the story.. Vote comment fan..