CHAPTER TWO
Beaumont County... somewhere far south of the Mason-Dixon "Boys, that was Deputy Harper on the phone. He says he's got somethin' for us up at the jailhouse. What'ya say, boys? Ya' up for a little fun?" The paunchy, brown-clad sheriff was still holding the telephone receiver in his pudgy fist when the chorus of hoots and catcalls went up from the Saturday night set at Freddie's Roadside Grill and Bait Shop. It wasn't quite dark, just before nine in the evening, and outside the bullfrogs were clearing their throats for tonight's performance... though it was a far different performance Sheriff Dude Potter and his cronies had on their minds.
There were five of them at Freddie's this night, not counting Freddie himself or the Sheriff. The proprietor was cussing his luck for not be
