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note: Map out a story line and follow it. end note.
Use the little ditty about the toys for the girls boys; to wit,
rocket laungers aimed at aribs so on. end note. Also explain how
the mossad had sent in a team of, use the herbrew word, then a
second team, the him and yosaff. end note Note: He is about to hit
folder for them. Note: Sam's height, etc. Also the people in the
cafe, also the mention of east texas brought the smile to Sam's
face. Note: It was only fitting that state had sent him; afterall
when it was dark and silent and most of its inhapitnts slept. But
during the day, yes during the day the streets rushed, as if the
Sarrenrto street, which begin way out at the city limits by the
city dump as a dirt road and then spertined into pavement where
evened out for miles where right around the city center the four
down their necks crained out windows and cursed, cursed to the
Gods, the drivers ahead, themselves, and just for the release of
City was its useal busteling for the time of day. The only thing
out of the ordinary was the decrept 1967 Ford Farlane swaying on
traffic to less then a creawl. And the drivers thought: Ah, here
was a reason to really release cursers. Not just the normel: Move
it. Let's go. But down home laten stick it in the face curses:
you Mother!
behind it.
played life by the numbers. And he was by the numbers bored. Which
looking at pictures and hearing about this idiot and that idoat.
Which was much how the drivers outside felt about the creeping
Fairlaine.
pile of folders on the table was, he saw, down to one. "Hey East
Texas, who's the last one?" That for the first time since his
arrivel a day earler that easy smile he had come to know to many
years ago to count jumped on Sam Wall's face; up until then Sam
had played it cool, not much of a smile, hell, not much of a grin.
Hell, Walter was was glad to see the smile. The smile was like
smile that daniced across the lips. That's it. A dancing smile.
smile was still there but the music had ceased playing leaving a
slight curl of the upper lip. The mention of East Texas had
facalated the smile and Sam passed along this smile as he had
the 'Cafe Suanos,' in Antigua. I imgine you will meet him tomorrow
station head for the C.I.A. in Quatamala. Was. Not much longer.
One more week. Walter was sent up from Washington to debreif him
and breif the new man. They were old frineds...going all the way
back two men could go without sharing the same womb; and that was
a fair number of years ago. They were going over the people who
fed information. A very simple asighnment. O. W. T. O. I. W. T.
N. Otherwise known in State Department jargen as: Out with the old
numbers.
"No."
"Personal."
"Right."
"Okay," Walter said, accepting Sam's judgment "Then there is
goes on. This isn't the first time Foster's pulled this stunt."
"Could he be right."
"No."
"You checked."
and pulled a thin file out. All it held was a eight by ten glossy.
had left her and came to Antigua to sort things out. She's into
new age healing and such. Opened a cafe. Foster made a pass and
Walter filed away what Sam said. Was't Sam's proplem anymore,
anyway. A.B.G. All but gone. Walter envied him. The retirement.
Returning to East Texas to work the ranch his parents had worked
and their parents before them. He was about to say as much when
they came in, four in all...each carried carbines. They had the
weatherd bronzed look that expeearence told him came from living
out in the open; propley in the mouontions. Bandanas obscured
their faces. Walter tensed, the presure pressing the thirty eight
shelved in the holster hidden from view by a sport jacket. But the
behind his eyes; he hadn't used the gun, any gun, in years: he was
D. C. and attend cocktail parties and bed other mens wives who
Sam's eyes narrored at him. No, they said. The four men went
alone there.
little piece of life he had left. THe man who had spoken barked
again.
"UP! Puta!"
commends raised his carbine and shot him point blank in the head.
A single Bang! The coffee cup slipped from the man's fingers and
shatterred to the floor. The man's head did a slwo waltze to the
As the four men filed out, the one who had shot the man
paused for a second at where Sam And Walter sat and looked hard at
Sam. Sam shook his head and pointed with one hand at the his other
hand hidden from view beneath the table.
street.
factly, "Is senor Basalone. Snitch. Plays both sides of the fence.
briefcase. He uncurled his lean six foot fame and stood. His
hollow cheeks suck in, giving him a lean appearence of a man who
worked the land all his life. He pointed at the waiter who was the
only other person in the cafe and rotated his finger indacating
"Polica. NOW!"
As if punched, the man bolthed for the back room where the
knows he's right. He, Raul, thinks I killed his half brother
Jorge."
"I see."
both the question and the united states ambasador distasteful and
replied, "No."
Walter already knew. Parties and Sam. Not his styly. And the
Sam and the Ambasador. It would be kind to say that they were cut
jason
Isreale ambassdor and his wife, now this was an event, quite
possible the event of the season. Who didn't like Isreal? Except
for Arabs, and lord knew there wasn't twenty Arabs in the entire
country. But the question was: Who loved Isreal. Almost every
did the American People, and so did the Presadent who loved the
votes from the American People. So the Ambasador, who never met an
oppertuty to climb the diplamatic ladder, pulled out all stops and
almost emptyied the Embassy Budget to ensure the event was a crown
jewel. And was he already reaping benfits? Damn right. The Senters
from Il. Fl. Tex. And CA had flown in on a corpret jet supplied by
IT WAS ALIVE! Whe even the old Nazie, Hre Heniz, the german
where every old nazie in central america hid; yet there he stood
needing a fix and needing a fix and needing a fix and on and on
inital joy a gunshot, rocking the heart and sending the adrainiln
racing. But then. The racing heart stills. Yawn. Lock it away.
laid eyes upon Crista, he had to have her. He collected her. He,
and Crista had a schall wrapped around her shoulders. Her blond
hair fell across the shall. Behind them chatter and music and
gaity rang out. Ahead the embassy compound. Walter lighty brushed
a hand over her shoulder. She raised a hand and trapped his
beneath hers.
"How long will you stay?"
that the german ambasador was a closet nazie, and that the mere
thought of entaining the israel must have sent him into a tizzy.
and would, with a stiff upper lip, roll out the provible red
carpet.
"We will find a way. The israel abasador wants to attend the
"Yes," she replied, "But you will have to have Sam come so he
upstais."
"They will not miss us," she said, almost indiffertly, "They
Note: What you want to do is turn this into a much more indepth
work; Sam had spent the past twenty years working for the Embassy
some where or another. He has these memories, one such place was
Years stared out the bedroom window. For a moment the eyes
East Texas. But Sam wasn't the kind to dwell on the past. He never
had been, and at times envied those who could or did. He never
past was past. Dead. Buried. Sinking a spade in soft sodden earth
and heflting dirt over the shoulder unitl the right moment in
was just that he had a job to finish. NIether past nor the future
mattered. (BUt if pressed, no not pressed but pinned down or
an end and after a ten year absence a return to his ranch in East
jeep a stray calf, sitting on the rocker on the pourch and smiling
this; and after a few seconds the dwelling took the shape of the
present. He always laughed during these moments, as his father
before him must of laughed. Afteral the here and now loomed. THe
He had traveled all this and was turning away when pain
racked his stomich. For a second his knees buckled, but he managed
Ucler. The doctor, a serious man, explained furter about the wall
of the stomich, a tear, blood. Hell, Sam knew all this. He had
THe loss of blood weakened the system. An operation was the only
answer. The sooner the better. Sam thanked the serious man and
left. He had spent two many years in Guatamala, seen too much to
The weakness had presisited and just lifiing a folder tired him.
kitchen and from the cabient remoived a glass and poured two
fingers neat from the Wild Turkey bottle. He carried the glass
back to the study, took a sip, then another and another. By the
forth sip the weakness was a distance memory. On his desk was a
He extracted one from the box, unwrapped it, clipped the end and
content for the first time all day, settled in for some serious
work. The final item on his plate was tommorow's trip to Antigua.
Santa was the holiest relgious day of the year, surpasing even
Gerad to reserve the balcoly at the Cafe Suanos for the ambassdors
party.
Note: Gerard hates Sam. end note. Hell they all hat Sam except for
Yosaff.
jason
roaches were the size of beetles. And they had wings! Man, the
german youth thought, and jumped as if on fire as one flew out
from what seemed like sealed bricks of the wall he rested against.
At the moment the roach flew, or jumped as the case was, the
germen youth was in the act of raising a cup of coffee and the cup
arced across the room and smashed against one of the doors leading
to the balcony.
rather large bowel of pot and was so mellow that for one of the
few times in his life he conceded that even roaches had a right to
live; a sentment that was sure to last only as long as the mellow
mood.
The youth hurridly grabbed his backpack and all but ran down
the stares.
The youth had been the only customer. It was almost closing
time and Gerard was happy to see him go. So much so that he waived
off the thought of chasing him down for the money he owed for the
coffee. What did he care. Tommorow was Smana Santa. Double prices
all day.
He watched the roach work its way across the linolin. Should
humen body.
Note: Expand Migual. He used to teach, but was? Also Sam has never
be far enough away; use this throughout the novel even when with
mountions and settled over the streets of Guatamala City; the fog
hide or disquised the ugylyness, both the aged stench, the layer
and layer that had crusted upon the city streets over the past few
hundred years, and the fresh baked yet to settle stench; the
long worn engins awoke from the long night slumber, the skurrying
Sam had passed a sleepless night and awoke well before dawn.
unturned. And it was details that had kept him tossing and
concern him were he an office manager. The little things. What men
to deploy in and around Antigua later on. What cars should be
nauture, and second, they were all teran vicele. Very little
Through the fog Sam slipped out the side gate of the embassy
well aware of the dangers that lurcked at this dead time before
dawn and carried a knife, a can of pepper mace and a miltary issue
colt 44. He moved steady thought the streets, alert for any
turned up Calle 5, away from embassy row. Two men seemed to appear
shoulder harness and let in hang at his side from his right hand.
His intent was clear. And as quickly as the men had appeared, they
vanished.
left, then right until he came to the cafe guate. A stray dog eyed
steel gate streatched across both windows and the door. Sam stuck
the butt end of the Colt throught an opening on the gate and
and frist unlocked the door, then the gate. (Note: the gold teeth.
end note.)
spent the night erassing the memory of the dead man left on my
table. The poor waiter is right now probably at mass. Poor deval.
The police are right now scratching their heads. So now you come
Come in. Come in. I will crack open a cheap bottle of Ron. You
will drink picito and we will talk poco and you will leave me to
constructed of plywood was laid out along the far wall. Several
stools set seat dwon atop the bar. Sam uprighted two on the floor
while Carlo's pryed the cap off a bottle of Ron Botron then set
the bottle atop the plywood and deftly set two glasses next to it.
"Why else would you wake a man at such an ungodly hour. What time
is it anyway."
Sam!"
women.
Again the cry for Carlo, again a bastard religious moan from
him.
"You think this is a laughing matter, no."
sure. I need to know what this afternoon was all about. And don't
Taking a moment, Sam lifed the glass and took a long swallow,
then set the glass down. The raw rum burned all the way down. The
enegy that sleep had replenshed ebbed a bit and he felt tired.
"Carlo ," he said slowly, shaking his head, "Rual and his little
the dead of night. For them to risk capture can only mean
while their hearts beat slowly under the hot jungle sun. But I
"Yes, but, and forgive this please Sam, but you are C.I.A. He
bristled all the same. Migual saw this. "It's a little joke, no.
No. But if your are to die, should not a freind benafit. No."
"I will try to keep that in mind," Sam dirly replied. "You
keep your ears open. I need to know what Migual and his little
band of dreamers are up to."
urgency. But as the pavement ground out from under him, his shoes,
Note: Rearange this so it fits better with Doc. Flows. end note.
pepple, but a dead squele...or posibly? Here where all legends and
He understood both, the indians need to love yet fear spirits, and
the rebels need to enlist the indians to their cause. But then Doc
Wilson was a legend to the indians, who wispered how the man was
agless, how the great Agua God had sent him to them, how he healed
shone out anmial; easly, the fog playing its games, mistaken as
a hundread times and had done so for what seemed all night. In
fact had been as nervious as a cat on the provibal hot tin roof
since killing that damn two timing stoolie at the Guat cafe
yesterday. Jumpy, is how Doc saw it. That was why he had left the
hut. A man pacing like that paces the sleep right out of whoever
waited...at his age one shit more or less, well what did it
matter.
"Doc," Raul yelled, "Hey Doc where you take off too?"
in his trousers pocket, he wiped himslef and stood, but not all at
once, he had stooped for so long the cold and damp had premented
his joints and had nearly forzen the poor old bones in place, and
pulled the trousers up. The act, shitting, standing, and tugging
up the troousersl, all done a million times over the years for the
first time tired him; no, he reconsidered, not the act but the
furtility of it all. How many more shits did he have in him. one.
One thousand. Who knew. Who cares...no one. Once dead he would
negarating with the govement to end the so called cival war, while
sercruty personal and Raul had hatched a plan to take the Iseeals
what a lark: The govement signs an accord with the rebels while
trianing men in the art of torture and Raul wants to kidnap and
kill. There were all nuts. All of them, inculding himself. Hiding
Hu, huh, all those years ago Sam was right. It was all just a
Migual had to yell out thrice more before he stumbled upon Doc.
driving me crazy."
"The others will be here soon. Jesuss will firghten them back
to their woman."
"Same thing."
"Hu, Huh."
'yes' and began to pick his way back to the hut. Doc followed, a
Note: Sam is weary of why they are there and has a single question
for the one sits. Why did he not send someone else, the mossad
ambasasdor and his wife; here Sam gets his frist look at Lorna;
(change her name) and reacts not at all, he hids his surprise
well, or so he thinks; the other agent picks up just a hint, and
end note.
Note: Mabye a little bit about the cigars, Hemingway short stories
and how Sam had got eveybody hooked on them as opposed to cuban
Also Sam knows about the good-cop bad cop routine. Note: Sam has a
humador and there is several cigars in the Humador. Note: The trip
is in the afternoon and Sam tells him this so he knows. end note.
rolled lazely around the white faced wall clock in Sam's office.
over was out there would go away. A second single knock told him
off what a uptight securty agent should look like, he knew they
were mossad agents. But why they were there intiruged him. An
instintive anamosity flared up. He had, over the years, delt with
treated as fodder to further their own gain. But airagence was one
thing; Sam could live with airagence. But wanton murder another.
Mirens in Lebonon. They know the make of the truck carrying the
bomb and when the terrisote attatch was set to occur, but failed
do so. For this reason alone Sam intenstily disliked the mossad.
And was why he failed, even when the older of the two pointed at
two chairs along the wall facing the lone window in the room, to
standing.
that long."
plams atop Sam's desk, a mencing snarl curling up his lips. "We're
"I don't give a fuck where you are from," Sam replied, "And
"Or what!"
For a man of his size, Sam sprang up and grabbed the stratled
man by his shirt. "I will asume you are stuped. And in doing so
Therefore I will repeat myself just once. Take your hands off my
desk."
challange off.
"So," the older man said the moment the door closed on the
younger man, "As you have already gathered, my name is Yosef. And
you are Sam Wall. The man who left is Aviel. Young. A little hot.
And airagent. But we, you and I, are both professionals. So with
Please."
a game so lets all play along laugh. The laugh, infectious, and
Sam alowed a smile to flicker across his face, that easy east
Texas smile.
And hate."
brought the hand down, he pointedd at the cigar box on Sam's desk.
to Yosaf. And was, as he had been many times in the past, reminded
untrue. The french baked tasty bread. The itialiains were excelent
extramise. The mossads trained airagnet shits who for the most
the world otherwise. (The k.g.b, for all their supposed foul-ups,
were, at the height of the cold war, far supriour at the spy game
then the mossad.) What you should not do is generlize a
extracted a cigar from the box, and were anybody watching it would
the house."
"I know."
"Of course. We are the promisded land, after all. Also there
but realy enjoying the cigar, Sam, lips puckered, hands folded
am retiring."
orchseita, responded, "I know. Shame. We are about the same age.
Men like Aviel, they possese little sence for the sublities. Cold.
Effencent. I read your file. There is heart."
at the end of his cigar. He tapped the ash into an ashtray on the
desk. Then placed the cigar between his teeth and pulled hard
cigar palm inward and pointing the butt end at Sam, replied,
"Why of course"
across the desk. The envolepe set there while they, both enjoying
this cat and mouse game, puffed on the cigars. At last Sam flipped
forties, stared out at him. At first glance she was just another
woman. Shoulder lenght aubron hair, highcheekbones...all in all
But Sam was adept at poker. And his face remained blank, or so he
over weight yet stance riged, stared out. He flipped to the last
"What do the Iseral ambosador and his wife have to do with me?"
Sam's face. What? Should he bag the mission? All his training told
something in Sam's file. But what, what was this 'thing' that
ahead as planned.
"The Ambassador and his wife are attending the Saman Santa in
Antigua."
"I am aware. As guests of the American Embassy." Sam replyed.
"I assumed that the Mossad would provide for their sucerty."
over securty arrangments for the trip, now he must share his
congenial man."
follow orders"
"And?"
"What?"
"The question?"
"To deliver..."
shall."
his hand reached for the phone on the desk. A crisp male voice
"I beleive with the German ambasador and the General, sir"
the miltary reserves, then it was only fitting and proper that the
title fit him. He was not dettered in his reasning by the fact
men had actually died in combat. Sam was the only one to address
"You beleive?"
"I..."
Yes, she was alone. Before disenging, Sam considered a last minute
adjunt to hold for a second. He held the phone away from his ear.
The photo of her lay in front of him. her face distracted him and
assume so. The Mossade, best not to underestatment them. They were
Two." This would throw off an ambush on the road if one was
planned and the rebles knew the deprature time and the route; yeah
were another. "Also have a Hury on Alert, and I don't mean the men
Sam stood and headed for the Rose room. He nodded to himslef,
made mental note call Gerard and reserver the Cafe Suano's
Note: explain how the mossad sends in teams, use the herbrew words
for this, and how Yosaff and Avel were the final stage of the
the mossad. Also Yosaff reads the mossad file on him and the
Langly file, then reads the embassy file. Note: Sam was tossed out
of Budapest because of the stunt he had pulled, and the mossad saw
note.
Wall. He had been at it for about an hour when he came upon what
distastful after the Fuent at Sam office. The cigar in his hand
habit of shaking his head at moments like these. The act served to
bussness for amtures, they made mistakes, and mistakes got people
Twenty-five years ago Sam Wall, along with four other Texas boys,
like a hell of a lot more fun then partricing in the time honored
sexual encounters by old men who had long forgotten how to get it
up.
That Sam had sowed his wild oats twenty-five years past,
meant little by itself. But Yosaff also know Luara Katz well. Knew
her before she married the ambasasdor. He had helped her parents
emagrate from Airgintina. Had watched the girl grow into a woman
and had hugged her goodbye twenty-five years ago as she had set
off for a year to explour Cental and South America. And The spark
of reganiation in Sam Wall's face had said it all. Luara and Sam
Yosaff.
after meeting Sam Wall. He had expected a carier man counting the
the task itself wasn't much and didn't require much...after all
this was Guatamala not Russia.
which way the left foot was going, The Mossad was bascikly small,
less then two hundead actual trained opertives to cover the entire
but Yosaff, reasoning that the informaton was more then likly run
were his sorces, ecterta, had assighned Aveil to read that file
while he, Yosaff, read the file from Langly. After all Sam Wall
was just a fifty-five year old man working out the last days
He complied and laid the file on the desk. He felt, since his
spread the file open. Aveil patitently waited. It took Yosaff less
then three minutes to isolate the incadent. He pushed folder aside
and opened the folder from Langly. He rifled through several pages
they faced Avial, then flicked his index finger, urging him to
read. He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes in thought.
His tone was fatherly. Although he had acted harsh toward him
in Sam Wall's office, it was just that: an act. They had rehearsed
the secne before entering the office. The good-bad cop routine.
youth and in inexeparence. Sam Wall was far more then willing to
three American journlisht with means to travel into what was then
a raging civil war in Romaina; an embassy Mercides bearing
little stunt had cost him a demotion to Guatamala. Ah, but it was
compound and under the cover of dark made his way to the generals
were doing what? That was something Yosaff dearly wanted to know.
only the shock at seeing the picture that lead me to rework his
"No."
do?"
"He's in a postion to ruin the mission. And we were the ones
Walter Johnson is their point man. We could have them rein him
in."
without my orders."
less."
to push the point because Yasoff might consider him a coward. But
he had to. Had to press the point. Yasoff was courting cauation
unessary."
not what trouples me. I imgine we can relieve him of the burdon of
living easly enough, but what if we were to fail and only wound
him. I think I knew this man. He is from Texas and see's himslef
only wounded and found out what we were planing? I imgine he would
relive us of our lives easly enough and at the same time unravel a
was told that she had left the complex with Sam Wall. He gently
thinking that perhaps Sam could save her; he half hoped this were
true.
Chapter
leading to the Rose garden and watched much like a voyer; there
from the door up to the table. Rose bushes adroned all sides of
the table. A wisp of a breeze was evadent, and every now and then
head to one side, cascading the hair over and unfruling down upon
her shoulders. During these moments, the sun radatated off her
what the final out come would be. But faced by her after so many
"Hello," she, momentarly averting her eyes from the book for
book, lingererd there for a quarter second before her head rolled
back around so quickly the long aubron hair splayed out ahead of
her. "Samual!"
easy smile.
"Samual!"
He held his arms out wide as she stood. She touched his
shoulder first, then his arm, then his chest, then burshed both
plams up his chest, stepped back. Her eyes were lit up like a
"It is you."
between them; yet neither one moved, each prefering to gaze into
the others eyes. How many years had he imgined this scene. How
many years had she imgined this scene. How many years had both of
that descend upon the waters from the towering volcoanos so sweet
and pure and clean that the scense actually taste the beauty,
cut off from the outside world, they had met. They had sat outside
sleep, and only after all the talk in them was exhusted and the
bottle of Ron Botran empty on its side that they stood and he
encicled her waist and pulled her close and kissed her and
together under the begining wisps walked to his three dollar room
and had lain in bed together, naked, touching, but never making
love. What was it she had said to him. "Are we in such a hurry to
wanted to. And in his despartaion of wanting to, and the rum
convincing him he could, he understood and held her and slept. The
looked into her eyes, he was glad he had not, and sure they would
have time, all the time in the world. But he was young than, and
And it was here in paradise they had said farewell. He, well
find, as Sam put it, his pards. They found his pards, Roger Mason,
and Frank May, enteraining two german girls over breakfast at a
joint where eggs and a glass of rum cost three Quatazales, which
was the equivent of fifty cents. Roger was already a bit drunk,
but what the hell this was paradise, and one hand hung loosly over
were made, during which leers were passed about, and then one of
the German girls asked Luera where she was from. When Luera said
Iseral, the german girl, ashamed, bowed her head as did her
freind. A rather awarkward silence followerd, and to break it,
Roger went off in search of a pay phone for his once a week check
father had died in his sleep. Roger's mother was distraught on the
phone. Sam had traveled the Pan-American highway all the way from
to his friend. Roger did not call him on this, sencing Sam's
reluckence, seeing the love in Sam's face, and Lurea too; not that
it took a Rode Schoer to see this, any fool who took one look at
the way they were together could see it. Frank May, who considered
himself lucky to add using his fingers, saw it and insisted that
both insisted, punching Sam on the shoulder in the way young men
Paridise had come to an end. It wasn't jake. They had traveled all
this way together. The last sight he had of her was sitting on the
grass staring at the water. He waited all of five minutes for her
to turn around and say something. She never did, and he couldn't
understand.
well.
ecircled her waist and pulled her close. They embraced like that
for over ten minutes. Note: Here explain how Sam feels, how they
feel. end note. At last Sam said, "Let's go for a walk. I have a
Note: What to do here. They need to catch up. Sam's face all
lines, so much charcter, his hair gray, looks like? end note.
Chapter
Cafe Guate: Sam & Lorna & and a woman searching for?
blocks served as years. For it seemed that for every block they
walked, a year of their life was exchanged. A half block for him,
a halk block for her. In this way they skimmed life's edeges,
wasn't an out going man, and rarely talked about himslf; in turn
she was shy, and prferred to stay in the shadows, bowing to the
they both did and so freely, as if once again kids. The un-kindist
cut of all they left un-skimmed: the night they had held each
other and the morining they had parted; perhaps for both the
outright.
and listened too that he walked right by the Cafe Gaute without so
and Primer Begain, kept right on walking for sevverl steps until
he reminded himself.
"About that man," he said, and smiled broadly. "We missed his
His voice trailed off in the way a voice will do when lost
"Walk back-wards."
"Why not," she, face soft from the feast of rememberence, "in
standing."
"Realy?"
proud. She flung her head to one side and walked backward to his
and swang open the door for her. You'll like Migual. He's loud.
ridiclous but very close to his core, his up-bringing, his belief
in himself...the one thing he set stock in. The only thing he had
fath in.
"Yes," Samual, "I think so. I remember a boy who..."
thought so. He wasn't ready to broach that night long ago. It was
Sam (taking care not to pick the talbe where Senior Bassone had
sat the previous day,) chose a table, she smiled at herself. This
Willing to fight for her land. Fight to the death. A sigh. Her two
looked for Migual when he walked in but did not see him and
The waiter, face pale, the same one who had witnessed the
assanaton yesterday, (and was the waiter superstious? Yes. Sam was
there yesterday and a man had been murdered. This did not boad
well to him), walked away, Sam cocked his head and looked at Luera
who was busy examing the art on the walls, the collection of
indigienc masks, the colorful cloth; woven into each the histry of
drank in the art; and the livlynss warmth him. Her gaze lingered
woman said.
What she really said was: I love him. But? And lord knew the
'But' could be anything from A-to-Z. Sam thought this. And It was
tin-foil, that Sam paid the conversation notice, and once noticed
Lorna's hand at the excat moment Migual steamed down the stairs,
shot a glance around, saw Sam and marched over and yanked a cigar
moments peace!"
unrapped the cigar and rolled the end between his thumb and
but..."
Luera had not spent the last twenty years married to a diplamlat
the cold airagent overtures dircted her way by Isreal men. She
touched Sam's hand. "But." and let her meaning trail off.
sighed, "You only have eyes for Sam. Well I hope you know he is
"Enough," Sam growled, "I am not in the mood for these games
Sam grabbed him by the elbow, leading him away from the
table. Migual pleaded, "He will beat you, senora. He is a mean
man."
At such threatics Lorna couldn't help but shake her head. And
was still doing so when the shrill voice at the next table over
She thought: How could that horrrbe man speak to the wife of
Iserale ambasadorr so. She should say something. Maybe on the way
out. "I was wondering if you could assite me?" she asked.
"How so?" Thinking: What could this woman want from me. Not
spare land for indsusties, and needed the hard curency. And the
up arms and fight for what? For a little piece of? What? She
wasn't sure she was sure of the answer. At one time she was sure.
Many years ago. Now. But this woman did not want to hear the
where one questions long held beleifs; questions them, yes, but
dose not abandon them...for this took more then courage. She had
courage. Plenty of that. She had gone down this self-exaning road
many times over the years. But there were many kinds of courage.
She smiled. This was not time nor the place for such thoughts. The
woman thought she was smiling at her, smiling in memory at her own
such misgving over being Jewish. Luera had none of those. She was
an Isreal citizen. And knew it. Knew it from the first day of
live. Her father was a Zinist. In her house Jewish meant honor.
And Jewish honor was the only thing. And the surveal of Isearl the
only porioty.
"I told him I we would never get married. I mean. He's not
want................
.....Jewisness
Sam!
Just shut up, Lurea wanted to say, Just shut up. But duty to
Isreal held the words down. Tied them really. She shifted her gaze
away from Sam, her heart realy. "Then you must not marry this man.
You are Jewish. Presue this road and you will find fullillment.
"Yes, yes," the girl muttered. She timidly shrugged. "I knew
"There is this."
Although the woman was considerbly younger then Leura, and
companian. Leura was thankful for this and returned her gaze to
Sam, mentally urging him to finish his bussness and return to her.
Freindly Q&A&!
Q: Damit?
A: That's what Jesus cried out on the cross.
Q: No fucking doubt!
throw them up. But this. A bad omen. An ill wind. A..."
"No," Sam responded, then laid out the Mossad. Ending with: I
"No." Sam said, and rubbed his eyes. "This is a mans game.
Raul! and..."
"And?"
somewhere!"
Note for Migual. The old woman gosseping, leaning against what
not, the men gathered in groups enjoying what not. end note.
Note: This part explain about Migual, the hurt in his eyes.
HIs life. how he came to be. Also Sam thinks: Migual is hurt. Also
Sam had seen to it, that and other so on. End note. Migual had
cried at the thought of leaving Raul behind. But his parents had
insisted. So had set off for Guatalmala City, and had studied
where once only dust settled, so trees grew where once only grusle
grass grew; yes, tame it, and in the process restore to his
parents and Raul and the other viligers lost respect while
food, and warmth and love were nessary for the body, but that
respect was nessary for the soul. A year. He soaked up the words
Three. He died inside. This was the year when the solderss came
and burnd the village, sparing, and who knew the reason, the hut
but not Migual's parents. He had grown bitter and flung away all
child who had wide-eyed listened to the elders in the villege tell
drink and fuck and lose himself; whoever that might be. But it had
not been so easy to forget...even when cheap Ron filled his belly
finding himslf; by this time almost ten yaers had elapsed. One
morining the mirrow shone back at him what, unmasking the years,
the hidieas years. With shock he had discovred that he had shed
his skin and become what? A man. He was no longer a child hiding
behind the veil of greif and guilt. And now upon this discovry
there was nowhere to hide; oh but he tried in drink and women and
childern. And others. but the army had bulldozed the earth itself,
burying evrything but, and who knew why, the hut. The hut. An
work in the fields, allthough he did. That too was just part of
most fondly. At night. The lights out. The moon, when there was
course, they would not have done so...their joy was a quiet joy.
Note: He finds Raul. Meets the Rebel leader, or comadnet for the
To say that Sam wasn't aware of the commings and goings would
be an understatement. He was, and had been aware of Luera's
longing gaze for quite some time now. As much as he needed a few
more minutes with Migual, his heart was done...it reached out to
Note: Luera had thought that the woman had wanted something else.
Note: Where are you going with this. Are you trying to force it?
Note: Luera wistfully glances at Sam; did he know that they never
heart warming sight. Migual was thinking this as Sam and Lueara
left when the woman who had been speaking to Lurera marched up to
"You should be ashamed for the way you treated the wife of
moutions and stop at many villeges, charm many women, find out
what the hell was going on. For Sam. But he would sample this
Note: This is how he finds out his hut is being used and maybe
Raul.
Note: Describe Raul, Doc and the others. Note: Explain why the
beans, they were exported to the states and almost never found in
all the Gutamalams needed money too. use this at Miguals Cafe. end
Yes, Raul and Doc were at the hut, as were Jesus and Yanw and
Sofo. And had Migual known that Raul was at the hut, he would of
passed on the tender morsel insulitng him and lit out for the Hut.
But Doc had spread a rumor, placing it on the tonges of the women,
threre hair during harvistig, of his own that said that Raual was
joy. To place it on the wall in the living room for all who
history of the mask. Beyond dollars. Note: Find the word for witch
doctor both good and bad. end note.
And while the others hudddled over cold coffee and a miltary
map that had cost six mounts wages, Rual stood outside troubled,
be. Of course the leafs wishpered in the wind, but the whispering
outsider. And here that Raul's soul was troubled, troubled by his
deception of his boyhood freind. He had never in the past hid or
drinking to wipe away the stain they felt rested upon their soul
whenvver they laid eyes upon their wife and childern going hungry.
And disliked keeping sercrets from his old freind, and was very
bograta; but, his was a simple life, a slow prodding mind best
city ways, well this confused him. This revloution confused him.
The word: revaltion confussed him. He could never tell the others
this. No. No. That would not do at all. They would lose confidence
in him. He was the leader. Which was why he liked Doc so much. Doc
Migual, well maybe Doc was wrong. No, he reasoned, and not without
Such a big thing. Such a very importent thing. Why certenty many
were willing to sell such a thing for Qutaiszed or two. But then
who could blame them, really, when thier family was going hungry.
But this thing would help end the hunger and restore diginty and
right. But he felt bad inside. He would tell Migual. After. When
things were better. After. When the el norte rebles who were
negaraing peace without honor saw the great victory won. After.
When the people in the villeges shouted out his name. Yes, after.
entered the hut and joined the others who were doing excatly what
they had been doing when he had left the hut: staring at the
miltary map. Note: explain the men and what they do end note. The
map was all red lines and green lines and dark spaces. In short a
mystry to all except Doc. He read the map well. There was only
one way into Antigua from Guatamala City. Which was really not
importent. What was important was the way out. He had explained
this to Raul over and over, much as a first grade teacher explains
others aside and patentily explaing how importent the escape route
Note: Is there only one way into Antugue? Side routes that led to
hombra?"
leader would ask and ask and double check. A farmer always double
season. Did they realy beleave the Gruahaha could call upon the
through a maid who worked at the Isreal embassy. Suppled the route
that the motercade would take and also devisid the most expeadent
plan. jason
The one thing that both Doc and Yosaff would both agree upon was
that the only thing they had in common was that a cause burned
deep in them; o'yes, and Sam, they had Sam in common...and at the
Ambasador.
Note: But the time is off. The money they had paid for the
So they revise there plan. end note. Also more on the plan, and
Sam, kill him in nessary. Doc, although he didn't relish the idea
Chapter
Note: Okay, so you have Richard Wilson, and Garard, make them
men; thus what he dose to Richard. Ect. Then RIchard, who? The
Merry. Upbeat. Grooven. Geard was all these things but most
And best of all...as he had told Richard Wilson while they both
Suannso, the very same balcony that overlooked Calle 5, which just
SMANTA SANTA; THE FRAKING WHOLE SHOW WOULD PASS RIGHT BELOW...was
the FREAKING SAM MAN! And what was causing Gerards grooven hippie
love thy neighbor mind to fly so high? Sam had rented the balcony
for the evening. The entire balcony. Two thousnd dollars. Man,
Built in the bed of three volcanos, the air was sharp and clean,
the sun bright, and the rain always ready to pounce. And outside
of Gerard's mind this beauty surounded him; and to be honest he
usraly saw it, but not today, today all he saw was two tousand
Agua tossled his hair, and he gazed wistfully at the long dormat
volcano. Then shifted his downward to the street below. There life
played out its daly five hundread year old farce; some of the
players had changed, but then on the other hand maybe not. Forgen
students jockied for space on the narrow sidewalks with stooop-
but not quite, with soda, chips, rum, ect, drunken indian men
Antigua was cobblestoned, was also narrow, and the cars inched
inched inched, and the carts inched inched inched, and the
extract himself from Gerald's hyperactive glee, (who was his boss.
And nodded, yes indeed work, but Richard, you got to love that Sam
up. It was Gerards lateist ideal that Richard had refered to. Ti-
campus would want one. The idea had come to him two weeks ago and
the first shipemnt of ten thousand had arrived from the weavers
invaded his joints leaving not so much a permiint limp but stick-
This was not new feeling, vaclated by the fact that he was an
Sam. He had often wondered about this over the years. What with
the time.) And there was Richard! What! There was Richard Wilson,
Departent and the Press, then presto, he was out, fifty-five years
to. What, Gerard had yelled, well let's offer the poor man a job.
Yes. The poor man. And of course he had accrpted. What else could
he do? When he had frist accepted the job at the Embassy he had
done so to escape the empty 'whats' in his life and the thoguht of
retruning to them at the time all but broke his spirit. A better
Gerard's offer and made his own way. But a man whose soul had lost
Crista and him had broken off their elcit four year relatinship?
When he had lost his job. Or the night Sam had murdered two men.
those he passed, many said hello, or asked how his day was going
and a few mentioned much as one daily mentions the weather, Smana
He would see her in a few hours. They, he assured her, would ride
found her, in the Rose room where she waited for her husband.
hitting the indigines comadors where the husbands of the women who
Queatizels freely, and the Agudendi, which was foul tasting cane
alcoele that was cheap and aged a day and garenteet to rot your
brain and stomich and liver, flowed; at each comador the men, most
who knew Sam, and had accepted this hard drinking gringo as a
stories and in doing so spilled what little there wives had said
what maid, nothing about the reble activry, and in fact showed
surprise, which was a surprise in-itself since these men had given
up on life long ago, that the rebles were still enganged in a war
with the goverment. Weren't there peace accords taking place? What
rebels. The stuped little war is over. We don't have work now, nor
Twice he bent over the gutter and threw up mucus and blood, the
he felt energy depart from him, stealing the will to take another
step, begging him to just sit, sit, no, fall on the sidewalk and
curl his head in his lap and rest. Rest. Rest. If he could only
rest for a moment. Close his eyes. Yes, that was the ticket. Yeah,
he heard his Dad say, when you'r out thr in nomansland, out at in
forever; and then the buzzards swoop down and pick your carcus;
then the wind and sand bury whats left and forevr becomes
Once in his office he would rest. Just an hour. One hour and he
would be allright.
And was that hour stolen from him. Not all of it.But enough.
his office. Cigar in hand Yoass waved with the other and smiled at
him. "I couldn't resist another one of your fine cigar's." As sick
"But I want to speak with you before the ambasador left for
I apolgize." And from here time merged and he wasn't sure who
was speaking and who was dreaming and who was who. "Fine. What's
on your mind? Besides stealing my cigars." "I understand your
Lurera." "I realy have to work on my poker face. I mean the boys
back home in East Texas will eat me alive." Sam said. He gripped
the cigar between his teeth and mumbled, "We were just casual
freinds. Not that it's any of your bussness. And as I am sure you
"Otherwise when you were in Isreale you would have visited her."
That realy threw Sam. That Yosff had known he had been in
The mission had been highy classfied, so much so that even Langly
had been kept in the dark; only Walter Johnson knew, and a few
information preplexed Sam. That Yosaff or his dummy had had a Q &
A sessioin concring Sam bothred Sam more then the fact that Yosaff
knew he had been in Isreali. The fact only served as further proof
that something very big was underway and that the mossade
considered Sam a possible trate. Yes the remark had thrown Sam.
face. "Well I guess that question you had earler has been
answered, no?" "Yes, Samual, (Was that Luera calling him Samual?)
you intend to accompy the Ambasaor then you will ride up front
A-ready alert. I am sure you know what this means. Three seconds
questions?" "No." "Good. One more thing. Have you ever visited
Dakota's but the sun. Relantless. No escape. But never mind. But
you have seen the Jorden River?" Sam's meaning was not lost on
back to his desk where he sat back on the chair and slept. He
black hole grayed, then whittened, then was gone. He stared head
pain and found it had lessened to a tight belt wrapped around his
Yosaff had taken place. He was unsure. The maid cleaned the office
twice a day and the two cigar butts in an otherwise empty ashtray
the clown face in the mirror wearing green Mylanta ring and said
here that worry free East Texas smile creased his face. The limo
Note: He is the sole authory here, not the ambasador, not Walter.
Him. If they have a problem, then take it up with State. But for
now he was the so called caption of the ship. Note: The isreal
Doc received information, and paid for it. Doc was unaware that
the Mossad, or more accuretly Yossaff suppled Doc with the route
that the amabaador was taking into Antigue. The one thing that
both Doc and Yosaff would both agree upon was that the only thing
they had in common was that a cause burned deep in them; o'yes,
had been in his entire life. Sam Wall? Sam Wall! Both as a
Sam acted like he was on drugs, or at the very least drugged, his
migual about this and explains that the mossad did it. Migual why.
Sam explains for Isreal. Then Sam goes into his monalouge about
how Isreals have no honor. Explains that he had once been there on
a state bussness. Use you obsveration here. Sam then goes on about
how the ten million jews slautered by Hilter, and the millions
purges in the spanish inqusistion, ect, must be turning over in
on, about how isreals have no sence of art, or love, excpet for
country, ect. work on this. end note. About how they import
Note: this chapter is Sam trapping Yosaff and Avel. Needs a lot of
From the moment Sam left the Jeep next to a bank of bannana
trees, all but camofglaged from the air by long drooping green
leafs, he felt a mental wearness at the task at hand. Two hours
the steep and steady upward climb, had worn him pysiclay...and
would such a climb (hike really), have tired him a few years
the last mile. But the last mlile was exzhusting, and more from
spot providing a clear veiw of the clearing below and the cabin.
the wind. It's the waiting. Even when all the training kicks in,
this was always the hardist part. To wait. To keep the mind clear
and aleart. Dwelling on Lana. No, harden the mind. Push her away.
The cold mountion air. Drink a little whiskey. But not so much as
when you should not smoke. The smallest ember could, by a trained
eye, be seen for miles. Just wait. and Lord knew a cigar was a
large ember.
Chapter.