Chapter 11

Early Saturday morning, Sir Witson. H. repeated his usual routine only that on weekends he wakes up earlier. The day appeared peaceful for him as well as other good people living in the neighborhood.

He was freely whistling a certain song, an old school song but always sounds refined when played - we all have those special old songs that resonate old memories.

After he was done with the farm field, he'd walk up with his long brown boots to his balcony at ground level, he sits with alcohol and sometimes a bottle of water in his hand.

Today he had water instead and while he waited for Martha to get him some fruits from the refrigerator, he looked around the town, people rarely passed by, there weren't many residents. Everything looked strange when he initially arrived in Guerra, Texas but things were always like that.

Few that walked by would greet him, "Good morning!"

And he would wave back with a big smile on his face. He would respond, "Have a good weekend."

Amongst few of the residents,most are friendly but also due to Sir Witson influence. He is a good man and has done so much. Before he came into the town, they were having poor electricity, no good roads and unfair water supply.

The people loved him more than the mayor of the town. Would you blame them? Sir Witson is the strong force that changed every bad directive. That's what they strongly perceives and believes.

Sadly, after the basic developments the most gruesome activity hasn't stopped yet.

There were rampant cases of murders every week in Guerra,Texas. Guerra is rumored to be the dump for big dogs in the mafia family- the northern part of it is the worst. Simultaneously referenced as a dump, it is also an active base for drug dealers and all sorts of gang stuff.

Certain complaints like- houses, lands, properties being forcefully taken from people are/have also been ignored by the state police. And within three years of these illegal updates about Guerra, many disagree to invest in it.

Sir Witson lives in the southern part and so far has no trouble as such. But he does own properties worth of trouble.

"Martha!" Sir Witson beckons already feeling impatient about his fruits. He drinks his water hesitantly.

The cool morning carried a swift breeze.

And right out front where he was seated, parked a rough black 2015 Highlander SUV about ten (10) meters away. It had arrived before Sir Witson started his usual day.

There were two men inside,their faces weren't funny. The one on the driver's seat wore a blue beach shirt while the partner kept hitting on the car's dashboard- they were on a mission sent by a crafty guy by name Zambrano aka Liberty.

Currently the time is 9 o'clock, he puts down his wrist after taking a record of it from his brown solid leather watch.

"Good Morning Daddy, your fruit," Emma sluggishly steps out the door with a basket containing fruits with vegetables.

Surprised to hear her daughter's voice. "Oh my princess good morning, thank you. Come sit," he adjusted for her to also sit.

He looked so happy and flourished to have seen Emma bring the fruits herself.

Staring at his daughter tenderly, he asked "How was your sleep,my princess?"

Emma livened up, "Tiring but ok." She responded with heavy eyes.

The time was perfect for Sir Witson as he held his daughter's palm.

"I'm sorry about yesterday. However you must have felt. I hope you know I cherish you like mine, there's no favoritism in what I say about my children." The father and daughter bond evidently present though he shares it with Hanna too which Emma wishes it's for her alone.

"I'm here for you. Always,princess." He gave her a small kiss in the head.

Emma must have been touched by her father's heartfelt response, a little smile formed on her face and then blank like there's something more… after a warm hug. She straightened out her eyes forward as if something got her attention.

"So,do you want anything? Anything for my sweet princess," Her father demanded passionately, his eyes fixed on her.

Emma let out a quick fancy smile without reply, her obviously mind elsewhere.

Her father's thoughts boiled with curiosity. Imagine Emma delaying a response for such a specific question.

With a tap and mention, her father got her full attention. "Ask me for anything," he repeated.

"I want that black designer gown you bought for Hanna on her birthday, and the heels."

Sir Witson felt disappointed again. Is this about envy, does it ever end? How did it get to this point? Now eyeing what Hanna has and gets,moreover what does she want such a fancy dress for. He hopes it's right. He looked hesitant at Emma and finally agreed without reason- anything for my princess.

Emma, full of life, gave her father another warm hug.

"By the way, daddy I've not seen that car around here before." Emma pointed at the rough-looking black Highlander. "It's been at that spot since I woke up- saw it from my window."

Ah, that. Since the past two weeks, it parks there…same time,all on a Saturday. I don't know what they want. Now you've said it, maybe I'll go take a look- Sir Witson thinking out loud.

They both stared long curiously, Emma sighed. "It feels weird daddy."

"What is weird?" Martha's voice enclosed them suddenly.

"Mummy. It's that car up there,"

"Hmm Deputy Hamilton, are we having stalkers now?" Martha ignorantly pulls a joke on her husband regarding his sudden rise to fame in the town.

"Hahaha!" Sir Witson laughed out,he expected anything- anxiety, blames but not jokes from her.

"Perhaps, opps they call it mm," Martha added amidst the laughter.

The Hamilton's family was one to quickly resolve after any arguments or troubles,their angers don't wake up the next day with them.

"Come my dear, let's go inside. You help with dishes and dinner today please." Emma hurriedly gets taken by her mom.

Mrs Smith was going to come by later, so Mrs Martha doesn't like her place untidy especially when there's a visitor.

"Mum, easy. I'm behind you," lazy Emma cried out.

As they entered back inside, Mr Witson followed.

Two minutes later, Sir Witson stormed out with fierceness and curiosity. He matched towards the vehicle with a small revolver strapped to his waist.

As he got nearer,he reached out for his gun. But as expected the Highlander SUV reversed immediately and accelerated.