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“He took a rifle bullet in the chest at close range and survived?” Julie asked, dumbfounded.
“Yup.” Alvin said “He wasn’t happy about being shot either. He turned the air blue. I learned some new words.”
“As if you needed to learn any new cuss words” she muttered.
He smiled at her and continued his story. “Then he held out his hand to me for a lift up.”
“ ’_Help me get into my wheel chair would you young feller._’ the old codger said. You know he didn’t have any legs? Both of em, plumb gone from below the middle of his upper thigh.” Alvin told her.
“I did that. That old man was PISSED he had a grip like a vise too. Then the damnedest thing happened. His WheelChair transformed. It turned all foggy and turned into something else. ‘which pick-up is yours’ he asked me” Alvin said.
“I pointed at [Ivan]( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3wSHbbFquPw). He looked at Ivan. Then he looked at me an grinned and said ‘ _You’re one of them huh? Good man’_, Then the damnedest thing happened, AGAIN! He levitated off the pavement and floated up beside Ivan and hovered for a minute. The Old Man opened the door, and climbed inside. The old man stuck his head out and hollered at me. ‘_Let’s go varmit huntin’_ ” Alvin said.
“What did you do?” Julie asked.
“A transforming, vanishing, wheelchair?” she thought to herself. “Was this on the level or was he setting her up for a joke.”
He did that sometimes.
“What COULD I do?” Alvin said, ignoring the skeptical expression on her face. “We went varmit huntin.”
“I climbed into Ivan, fired him up and lit out after the Fed. The old man told me the Fed was going to the airport. I asked him how he knew that. He said a little dragon told him. I took a shortcut across the gravel pit. Trax can do that.” he said smugly.
Julie signed. Boyz and their toyz.
‘Oh yeah” Alvin said “Something else I forgot to tell you.’
“Now what?” Julie said , she didn’t like the way this story was going.
“I could hear him in my mind” Alvin said. “He was in the passenger seat beside me but somehow he was sitting real tall, as if he had legs, except he didn’t have any. His head and shoulders was outside the overhead hatch on his side. I was inside. The windows was down sure, but we was haulin’ ass. I shouldn’t have been able to hear him for the noise, but I did. Real clear too.”
“No you shouldn’t” Julie said uneasily, a memory that they’d spent a lot of time and whisky trying to bury was clawing itself to the surface. “but go on with your story. What happened next?”
“We got to the airport right behind that van. We chased it through the gate right on his tail. The driver of the van was trying to reach a military airplane that was sitting at the end of the runway. The plane’s engines were running and looked to be ready to take off. The cargo door was open. The plane was all ready for the guys in the van to climb in. It was just waiting for them then it was gonna take off. Didn’t happen that way.” Alvin said.
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__Disclaimer__
The [Hobo Picture](http://public-domain.zorger.com/) is a Public Domain image from
__Samantha at the Worlds Fair__
by Josiah Allen's Wife (Marietta Holley)
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