Camouflage

Camouflage by Gloria Miklowitz Read Free Book Online

Book: Camouflage by Gloria Miklowitz Read Free Book Online
Authors: Gloria Miklowitz
on, fellas! On your feet! Cleanup time, let’s go!”

    It was still early when Kyle went off to bed, leaving his dad and Marie outside drinking beer and talking. He lay in bed wearing only his shorts, arms and legs spread wide to catch the slightest breeze. Crickets chirped noisily and an owl hooted, but mostly he listened to the quiet voices. They spoke about crops and weather and people he didn’t know, about going to a swap meet on Sunday, about Kyle’s helping move something. There’d be long pauses when all he could hear were the night sounds, and he wondered if they were making out.
    The phone rang just as he was falling sleep. Kyle heard the screen door slam.
    â€œYeah, Sam,” his father said. “They were here, too, last night. Scared my kid half to death.”
    Suddenly wide awake, Kyle sat up.
Who
were here last night? His father
knew
? Why had he lied?
    â€œSimmer down, Sam!” his father went on. “Sam? Shut up and listen! Damn fools are just trying to scare you! You should know by now. They got nothing else to do except harass good honest citizens. We’ve done nothing wrong. We got every right to our guns! Read the Constitution!” There was a brief silence and then his dad said, “Sam? Keep this up and you’ll have a heart attack. All right! We’ll deal with it next meeting. Feel better? Now, say good-bye. I’ve got to go to work.” His father slammed down the phone and went back outside.
    â€œOne of these days,” he said to Marie, “one of these days!”
    â€œStop it, Ed, don’t even
think
that way!”
    â€œOne of these days,” his father said, ignoring Marie, “those ATF twits are gonna go
too
far—and then—bam! We’re gonna
have
to teach them a lesson!”

7
    T HE PHONE RANG the next morning after Kyle’s dad had gone to sleep. Kyle ran to answer, wondering if it was his mother again, checking.
    â€œHey, Kyle,” the voice said.
    â€œHiram?”
    â€œYeah. Gotta make this quick. The old slave driver says I gotta fix the roof. It’ll take most of the day, but I can get away tonight. Wanna meet some of the guys?”
    â€œSure, great! What time and where?”
    â€œAround eight? Pick you up.”
    Kyle fooled around with Prince part of the morning, cleaned Blackie’s stall, and hauled out hay for him. There didn’t seem to be much else to do, so he took out his bike and pedaled toward town, stopping briefly at the bridge to see if Verity might be there; she wasn’t.
    Town seemed lively—more cars and pickups, more people. Maybe because it was cooler and a Friday. He left his bike in a rack, feeling odd about not chaining it, and went along on foot. He glanced into the window of Marie’s Diner. Most of the tables and counter stools were full. Mothers with small children walked by with shopping bags from the general store’s sale. Through the darkened windows of the Idle Hour he saw the bartender wiping a glass and two men sitting at the bar.
    For a long moment Kyle stared into the one-chair barbershop trying to make up his mind. He’d had longish hair forever, but here people looked at him like he was an outsider. How could he go with Hiram and meet his friends if he looked so “L.A.”?
    Why not?
    He opened the barbershop door, setting a bell tinkling, and waited for someone to appear.
    An almost bald man in his fifties came out from the back, a mug of coffee in one hand and a doughnut in the other. “Hello, young fella. Haven’t seen you around. New here?”
    â€œName’s Kyle Klinger,” Kyle said. “You probably know my father.”
    The barber set his coffee and doughnut on a table full of old magazines and held out a hand. “Carl Baker—the barber.” He smiled. “Old joke. Sure, I know your dad. Good man. Know him well. What can I do for you?”
    Kyle let out his breath, not realizing until

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