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The problem wasn't so much the members of the Chesterville Volunteer Fire Department
as it was the size of the firehall. No place for eight men to sit down. A fire could happen at any
time, which is what they told their wives and mothers. It was a matter of public safety that they
all be together, and be near the firehall, which is what they told their wives and mothers.
The closest place to the firehall was McCloskeys Bar, which their wives and mothers
knew.
The alarm was on the top of the firehall and McCloskeys only had single pane glass so
the boys could hear it real easy. Save for Gunner Elliot. He was one of the Elliots. Big military
family. It was their way of seeing a bit of the world before settling down in town. Gunner had
traded in most of his hearing for a new nick-name while serving. The rest of the boys could hear
it real easy, that is, until Dougie One got in a fight with Old Man McCloskey and got them all
banned. Dougied been without his second testicle for almost twenty-five years now - he
outpaced the Andersons bull, but misjudged the height of the barbed wire fence - but he still
started swinging if someone made a joke while either his patience was thin or his blood-alcohol
So, quick as a kid loses one of his nuts, the eight of them were standing out back of
McCloskeys. Junior and Slow Fyke, Gunner Elliot, Cob, Five Finger Louie, Dogga Dogga Coon
Shit - who was called either Coon or Shit, depending on the situation - Ralph, and Dougie One.
Dougie-maybe-zero, the way the rest of the boys were looking at him.
Why the fuck we out here? Gunner hadnt heard Old Man McCloskey shouting, but just
The Fykes were a big family in a small town, and due to the relation between those two
facts, their lineage looked a bit like a big Christmas bow: criss-crossing back and forth on itself a
few times. None of them were that bright, but Slow was a real low-wattage type of guy. The dim
Five Finger spoke up. It was getting busy anyways. It hadnt. And its a nice
afternoon. It wasnt. It was hot as hell. Yous wanna walk over to the Commercial?
Shit Lou, thats a bit of a hike eh! That was Junior. For a man with that name, he was
anything but the little one. Tall, and skinny everywhere but his belly. That was a thing to behold.
No one knew how he ever stayed upright, and his T-shirt never quite hid the expanse.
I think weve had enough of that fat lip of yours, One. With that, Cob left the parking
lot, followed closely by all the rest. Save for Slow, who got all turned around and had to catch
up.
So the Volunteer Fire Department arrived at the Commercial Hotel. It was on the other
side of the Nation River, about a kilometre from McCloskeys. And the firehall. The town wasn't
so busy in those days, so they could all still hear the alarm over there. Except for Gunner, who
still couldnt. They pulled a few tables together in the bar at the front of the Hotel.
Yous need menus? slurred a thin woman who was too old for the top she wore.
Three pitchers of whatevers cheap, and a G&T for the little woman here. Cob put his
Just another glass for me, corrected Ralph. One gin, and his nickname had almost been
Mother. It didn't matter how sick it made him feel, it was beer or bust from here on.
They got their pitchers. Dougie filled the glasses. The alarm on the fire station rang three
times. They all heard it, save for Gunner, but all of them looked a little confused.
The thing with men, especially groups of men, is they like to break things. The thing with
drunk men is they like it even more. Give eight drunk men a fast red truck and a bunch of axes,
and, well: the Volunteer Fire Department didn't get a lot of calls when the weather was warm
Junior downed his beer, and Slows beer: Slow had taken off so fast when he heard the
alarm he hadn't even thought of his drink. The rest hustled after him, running past Mrs. Davids
Junior stopped. Yous all go on ahead. Shirt was riding up over that gut, while his pants
So they went on without him, Coon knocking over trash piled outside of Casselmans
Grocery Store while he ran. Gunner was the only one that laughed. Everyone else thought he was
And soon they were back. Cob chucked Juniors pants and boots to him, which he pulled
Three rings eh? That was Louie now, always thinking. That means its in town at
least.
Gunner climbed up onto the ladder. Raise me up boys. Ill see if I can see smoke.
No response.
Gunner?!
Still deaf.
Hey, shouted down Gunner, finally, yous are never gonna guess whats smoking!
So the Volunteer Fire Department arrived back at the Commercial. Dougie One chopped
through the unlocked back door, and Coon, Gunner, and the Fyke boys raced into the kitchen at
This some sort of prank? accused Gunner as the manager, Eddy, walked into the
kitchen.
Sorry boys, false alarm; tried to grab yous. New girl got panicked by a little fire, but we
handled it.
Yeah, she spooked real easy. She's just on the front door from now on.
Gunner didn't care enough to ask him to speak up again so left the room.
We just dumped the soup on it actually, laughed Eddy. The garbage beside the stove
was still steaming. But Jesus Dougie, he swore I cant believe the balls on you, chopping up
What the fuck did you say about my balls Ed? Luckily, Dougie One had left his axe by
the door.
And the next morning, the Volunteer Fire Department applied for a permit to enlarge their
firehall, because there were no more bars that would have them.