Eddie Munson Trailer Novels & Stories

Eddie always made sure his family had enough food to eat. Eddie now had a profitable enterprise working in the Tobacco Field, and Raccoon Trapping. As Seasons changed Eddie would always find another enterprise. He would sale produce and watermelons on the side of the road. Work in the farm’s fields. Winter Deer season was approaching. Eddie had a new rifle and never killed a deer before. He watched the deer through the bedroom window for years. He dreamed on day of being able to kill one and have it for Christmas Dinner. His little sister Carol was looking forward to seeing Santa Clause.

“Sweet, I’m going to stretch my legs a little, then I’ll be back so we can get food.” “Sounds good,” I agreed. “Don’t talk to strangers.” He laughed. “Sure thing, boss.” Eddie climbed out of the car and walked in the direction of the gas station. I got out too and walked around to the gas pump. Tristan stepped out and stretched his arms above his head without muttering a word. I watched as his shirt slightly lifted, exposing his body. I remembered running my fingers over his torso, the way his muscles felt under my fingertips…

“He didn’t see nothin’, so he can’t tell you nothin’. I’m the one saw the shit under the car.” “Yeah, OK, you can take off,” the guard said. Eddie handed Moose some money, got in his car, started it, backed out of the parking space, and drove off. He was just turning the corner at the end of the aisle when Gleason appeared, looking angry. “What’s this shit about somebody cutting my brake lines?” he asked.

“I know you guys are in here, I heard you arguing. Hell, everyone in Limon heard you arguing. Am I interrupting something?” “Yes,” Edgard said at the same time Trev said, “No.” “Oh, well…I won’t be long. I just need to eat some breakfast and then I’ll get out of your hair and let you get back to it.” The trailer shook as Trevor stomped out. Another round of heated words was exchanged outside, followed by harsh silence. Edgard climbed into the living quarters and watched Channing dump Raisin Bran into a bowl and pour milk over it. She looked up at him and smiled warily. Good god. He was magnificent even when he scowled. “Want some?”

Mj nodded and gently opened the front passenger door, as she climbed in, the weight shift caused Ed to stir and mumble. Mj watched as Moxie and Jay both flanked around the rear of the truck and stood next to Ed’s door, she locked eyes with both wolves and cleared her throat, “ED” she yelled just before the drivers' door flew open, and the older hunter tumbled out as he yelled incoherently, “Stop the veranda,” he slurred before stumbling to his feet and looking around at the trio of cackling hunters. Ed began to curse under his breath before stretching his neck and shoulders and climbing back behind the wheel. Ed glanced sideways at Mj and, smirked “ trader”, he chuckled as Moxie and Jay join

“I remember him being here the evening of the first, specifically, because one of the giant dishwashers in the back threw a hose and Eddie went back there to help us fix it.” “You’re sure it was the first?” “One hundred percent. There was some water damage, so I had to fill out stacks of insurance papers.” She frowned. “I haven’t yet seen a penny of that insurance money either.” Jack thanked her and, after he ate, he took the long way out to the reservoir, taking the back roads, some of which, technically, were closed for winter. Creedence played on the stereo, an old CD that skipped on track four, right in the middle of “Born on the Bayou.”