Black Bayou

By R. Richard

The woman looks more like Miami Beach than Black Bayou. I keep my rifle pointed in the general direction of the lady, but I say, “What brings a lovely lady, like you, to Black Bayou?”
The lady looks back at me and asks, “Is this how you greet visitors to your swamp?”
I choose my words carefully, “The State of Florida has a lot of swamps. The swamps are mostly hot, steamy places, with danger lurking. You look more like Miami Beach than Black Bayou. Which leaves me with the question of why are you here?”
The woman then answers me, with a slight accent, “I wanted to avoid the usual tourist venues.”
I sigh, “Your clothing looks high tech. You have a couple of duffel bags, with what I presume is your name, in an alphabet that I have never seen before. I would guess that makes you military, not USA military. That makes you dangerous.”
The woman says, “I’m not USA military. I seek an item that I suspect is under the water, near your house.”
I ask the lady, “What sort of item?”
The lady says, “It’s a military item. A metallic object of some value to me and of no value to you.”
I lecture, “If you do find some sort of mysterious object, you then have to get it past the State of Florida boys. The State of Florida boys want to seize anything that they think might be of value. The laws in the State if Florida make anything found in the waters of Florida, the property of the people of Florida. Even if the item that you seek is of no value to the State of Florida, there will be a hearing. Maybe more than one hearing, and any number of questions. I suspect that you don’t want to answer questions.”
The lady says, “They would even search my pirogue?”
I laugh, “They searched my pirogue, but found only fish and some tools.”
The lady asks, “Are the State of Florida boys searching for anything in particular?”
I lecture, “A long time ago, the Spanish looted all the gold, jewels and anything else of value from the Amerinds then set sail for Spain. A lot of treasure ships were lost off Florida, to storms, ship wrecks, even pirates. The State of Florida wants the treasure.”
The woman says, “Do you think that it’s impossible that I could get what I want out of here, because of the State of Florida people?”
I lecture, “There are a number of steps that need to be taken. If you are not prepared, you will get caught by the State of Florida people.”
The woman says, “It seems that I need to talk to you.”
I laugh, “If you want to get what you want out of here, you need to talk to me first.”
The woman asks, “Where do I leave my pirogue?”
I tell the woman, “Paddle over here.”
The woman paddles over to my rock.
I lift the front of the pirogue and set it on the rock.”
The woman gets out of the piriogue and says, “You’re really strong.”
I say, “It comes in handy some times, Come into the house and we can talk.”
We go into my house. I have the air conditioning working and it’s cool in the house, at least cool compared to outside.
I get the lady settled in, with a glass of wine.
The lady lectures me, “If you have the money to set up a house, like this, in the middle of a swamp,, you’re obviously looking for something very valuable. It’s well known that there were a lot of Spanish treasure ships lost in Florida waters. Let’s just assume that you found some Spanish treasure and you are figuring how to get the treasure out of here, without it getting seized by the State of Florida. I’m not after Spanish treasure, but I need to get something out of here, with no inspection by the State of Florida.”
I look at the lady and lecture back, “Spanish treasure came off of a Spanish treasure ship, back when. What did what you’re looking for come off of?”
The lady looks at me for a bit and then says, “An aircraft.”
I lecture, “The commercial airlines don’t fly over this area. There is nothing that would just fall off a light plane that would be big enough and valuable

• Language: English
• Publisher: R. Richard
• Release date: Jul 12, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463975114

R. Richard

I'm the co-author, with Sunset Thomas, of Anatomy of An Adult Film.I have 48 novels and over 299 short stories currently published.I spent my early years in the part of Los Angeles known as the South Central. I was known as Whi' Boy, which was sufficient to identify me in that place. I'm a skilled Kung Fu player, using a system that I learned from a Korean I knew only as 'Pak.' It would be easier to tell you the places that Pak wasn't wanted by the police, rather than the places where he was wanted by the police. Pak's Kung Fu system, augmented by some bits and pieces from some Chinese practitioners is quick and effective, or I wouldn't be alive today.My early education was mostly obtained by stealing books from the public library (I always returned them and the Librarian even began to provide me with reading lists.) I did go to high schools, but I never really learned anything there. I eventually graduated from the University of California at Los Angeles, UCLA, with a degree in mathematics.I work as a Systems Analyst and also make a part of my living as a professional gambler (legal in Nevada.) I write science fiction and erotica. My published novels are:Anatomy of An Adult Film (With Sunset Thomas)1. Second Chance: God Killer2. Second Chance: Sky Pirate3. Second Chance: Scroll Seeker4. Second Chance: King of The Islands5. Second Chance: King of Zaya6. Second Chance: Duke of Averon7. Second Chance: King of Golomon8. Second Chance: King Of The Sky9. Second Chance: Warlord of Ifrequeh10. Second Chance: King of Ariby11. Second Chance: King of Mesodania12. Second Chance: King of Avuls13. Second Chance: King of Kemet14. Second Chance: King of Zorran15. Second Chance: King of Two Worlds16. Second Chance: King of Averon17. Second Chance: King's Duties18. Second Chance: King of The New WorldAdventurer: Simulation ProblemAdventurer: Pannar ProblemA Programmer's GambitAmateur StripperBeach MurdersBondage HouseCorporate Sex SlavesFriday NightGo Naked In The SoftwareGrasshopper WinterInvoluntary NudeLayoffNot A HeroPirates of The KeysSummer of SexThe LakeThe Last Moon DanceThe Nude Adventures of Plain JaneThe Secret Life of Wanda WilsonTails of the Pussycat LoungeTo Keep A JobTopless RestaurantToy WhoresVix: The MarineWayward BoyShort Stories:A Christmas Visit

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Black Bayou

By R. Richard © 2020

Chapter 1: Comes A Stranger

There are a lot of swamps in the State of Florida. The swamps are mostly hot, steamy places, populated by nasty wildlife. I should know, since I live in one of the swamps. There is a reason why I live in such an inhospitable place.

The State of Florida has laws about treasure, found in its waters. Such finds belong to the people of Florida. Screw that!

Once I had located a treasure chest I made sure that I could again find the treasure chest. I then caught a few fish and paddled back down the bayou to what passes for a town, near the coast.

At the town, I was intercepted by a couple of law boys, who wanted to check the contents of my pirogue. I got up on the dock, threw a flex, and politely asked, You two faggots think you gonna take my fish? (I was, at that time, six feet six inches tall and a very muscular 255 pounds. My appearance was such that I often caused the question, ‘What did it look like, before they shaved off most of the fur?’

One of the boys tells me, State of Florida, we gotta know what you doin’, up the bayou.

I look at the boy and snarl, Judge told me to stay out of trouble. I got a deed. I’m gonna build me a shack, catch some fish, stay out of trouble. On the other hand, if you got boys want trouble, I can do that. (I kinda