The only light outside the motel was a single 60 watt bulb over the door of late Uncle Fred's room.
Matty walked out of the darkness and stood about six feet in front of the four men.
"Hi baby."
Bill blew her a kiss.
"Hi, my love."
Matty looked at the other three and dropped what she was carrying in her arms. It fell to the asphalt with a clang.
"What's that?" the Boss barked.
Matty looked down at the ground and then at the Boss.
"That is a 100 pound anchor."
"That's pretty impressive," Snake commented.
"Such a petite girl could carry that."
"Who are you?" the Boss growled.
"I am Matty Dove."
"You this guys lawyer? The one that can e-transfer?"
Matty stared at me.
"I am?"
Bill nodded.
"Yes you are."
"Oh okay. Then yes I am."
She put her hands on her hips.
"I am the lawyer that can e-transfer."
"Good."
The Boss held up the pistol so Matty could see it.
"We have guns."
Tiny and Snake held up their pistols as well.
Matty put her hands to her face.
"You have guns?"
"Yea and were not afraid to use them."
"That's true, hun," Bill informed Matty.
"They plugged Fred."
"We thought we heard plugging," Matty shrieked.
"That right," the Boss barked.
"We plugged Freddy and ..."
He suddenly stopped.
"What do you mean, we?"
"Oh, well, we means more than one."
Matty leaned forward.
"See you have guns and Weeeeeeeeee," she lifted her arms.
The headlights of two pickup trucks shone across the parking lot, from opposite sides.
Behind Matty were at least twenty men and a couple women from the village. Every one of them were holding rifles or shotguns.
Matty stared at the Boss.
"And we have guns too. A lot fucking more than you do.
And we were all taught from a very early age how to use them."
Matty took Bill's hand and pulled me away from the Boss.
"I'll take my hubby now."
The Boss looked at Tiny and Snake. Terror shrouded them.
At that moment, Henry and Harry came out of the room, shotguns in hand, with Fred in front of them.
"Looks what wes found tryin' to sneak out da back," Henry laughed.
"Likes a little weasel in da night."
Bill gasped and clasped his chest.
"Uncle Freddy. You're alive. Its a miracle."
He looked to the sky.
"A miracle."
Kenny Johnstone walked up to Bill's side.
"Youse wants we should take these fellers and show them the wharf."
He looked down on the ground.
"Seems we already has a anchor. Shame to be wastin' it."
Tiny and Snake dropped their pistols and raised their hands.
"This wasn't our idea," Tiny protested.
"It was Freddy and Vic that came up with the plan."
Fred glared at Tiny.
"You fucking coward."
He looked at those gathered.
"You are afraid of a couple fucking Newfoundland Hillbillies."
Kenny looked at Bill.
"Did he just call me a hillbilly?"
Bill laughed.
"I believe he did, Kenny."
"Youse don't mind if Ise shoots him then?"
Bill shook his head.
"Not really. Be my guest."
Kenny stepped forward, pulling back both hammers on his double barrel shotgun.
"See mainlander, the only difference between youse guns and my gun, is that my gun is real and I has two slugs in there that will put a 'ole in your belly big enough to drive a fucking truck thru."
He pushed the shotgun into Fred's belly.
"We don't take kindly to people comin' here and threatenin' ours."
All the colour left Fred's face and he suddenly pissed his pants.
"Wells now," Kenny laughed, seeing what Fred has just done to himself, "that is just downright embarrassing, I bet."
He looked at the Boss, who was still holding his pistol.
"Youse intends to be usin' that?"
The Boss shook his head.
"No Sir. Its not even real. Just a starter's pistol."
"Can Ise be havin' it?"
The Boss handed Kenny the starter's pistol.
"Does that be yer car over there."
Kenny pointed to a Honda Civic hatchback.
The Boss nodded silently.
"Ise tells you whats. Ise gonna count to three and then fires off this 'ere starter's pistol. Then youse and the other three there are gonna jump in that car and gits as far away from here as youse can before we sends Freddy there after you."
A huge Ford pickup truck pulled up on the parking lot and started revving its engine.
"If youse lucky, youse just might make it to the highway before Freddy catches youse. Den youse might have a chance."
Kenny laughed.
"Not much of a chance, but at least a chance."
Freddy continued to rev the huge trucks engine.
"Does youse understand?"
The four men nodded.
Matty walked forward and stood in front of the four men.
"There is no law here, only the law of the Bay."
She pointed into the darkness toward the ocean.
"There is more than one anchor at the bottom of that ocean, with a skeleton attached and if we ever see either one of you anywhere near Tuckamore Bay again, there will be four more anchors out there.
When you fuck with one of ours, you fuck with all of ours.
And no one fucks with anyone from the Bay."
She stared at the Boss and the way he was dressed.
"You look like a fucking idiot."
"Yes ma'am. Thank you."
Bill looked at Uncle Fred.
"You know what? All you had to do was come here and ask for help. I would have helped you."
"You would?"
Bill shook his head.
"Nah. You threw me out in the streets when I was sixteen, you prick. You don't deserve shit."
Bill looked at Kenny.
"They're all yours, my friend."
Kenny smiled.
"Three," he yelled, as he shot off the starter's pistol.
The men never moved.
Kenny lifted his shotgun and shot both barrels out over the ocean. The sound echoed in the night.
The four men fell over each other, trying to get to the hatchback.
Henry walked to my side.
"'ow da fuck is dey gonna git da four of dey in dat tiny car?"
"Haven't you ever seen clowns squeezed into a hatchback?" Bill laughed.
"And those four are certainly fucking clowns."
Henry shrugged.
"Not till right dis minute Ise 'aven't."
Everyone laughed as they watched the four men, somehow squeeze themselves into the car, start it up and drive off into the distance.
They all watched until they could no longer see the taillights of the car.
"Wonder 'ow far dey will git?" Harry remarked.
"Why?"
"Well, Bill, me son, Ise might 'ave accidentally punctured der gas tank."
He laughed.
"I figures dey might makes it to da highway, ifin deys lucky."
"And ifin they isn't," Kenny continued, as he motioned to Freddy Simpson.
"Then Theys gots to be dealin' wit Freddy."
Freddy's truck went screeching off the parking lot and down the cobblestone road.
"Ise feels bad fer dem fellers. 'specially ifins Freddy and Gertrude catches dey," Henry said, as he walked by us.
"Whose bes wantin' a beer? Bill's bes buyin'."
Everyone cheered and headed off the parking lot and down the road to the Pub.
Bill gave Matty a huge hug and kiss.
"How did you manage to lift that anchor?"
Matty took his hand, as they started walking.
"Bill. Darling. It is only a hundred pounds. Or so."
It was late that night, before going to bed, that Bill saw Freddy Simpson's pickup truck drive slowly down the cobblestone road toward the wharf.
In the back he could see what looked like a hunk of twisted metal.
When he mentioned it to Henry the next morning, Henry simply said ...
"Freddy says da car was empty when he accidentally runned it over, a dozen times or so."
Bill didn't question it any farther.
But he did wonder, from time to time, if there was the twisted remains of a Honda Civic hatchback, at the bottom of the ocean, off Anchor Point, with four skeletons attached.