Boat Smith bitches. Everybody here. The boys. Samuel. Includin' Yonn. Saw him earlier when we was in Oregon Hole. Didn't acknowledge us. Fuckin' coward.

Late Saturday night. Willie placed third in the South Fork race. Yonn placed sixteenth. Course Samuel don't acknowledge Willie's placement, 'cause Willie hangs out with me and Samuel still keepin' a grudge from the Tesla incident. Not to mention the frame. We drinkin' and smoking some sacred kush when we hear a rustle in the bushes, like Bigfoot. Yonn saunters into our camp, swayin'. Willie also swayin' at this point.

" Long time Yonn".

" Has been, Eddie". All four members of the Cat Boat Mafia silent. Willie eyin' Yonn. Eddie eyin' the dry box in the back of Willie's truck.

" What you been up to?"

" Oh, well, my dad passed not too long ago after a couple months of dialysis so I've just been runnin' his boat shop, livin' in Bend". Conversation can only be described as civil and intimate in the way you are with an affable stranger. Not like somebody whose dick each and every one of us has seen more than five times.

" You got a girlfriend Eddie?"

" No, just broke up with one a few months ago though".

" Sorry about that. And you Willie, you still with Steph?" Willie smilin'. Takes a swig.

" We're... takin' a bit of a break. Or at least I am. Don't know what she's been up to".

" Hell yeah". Yonn smilin' as well.

" You guys been takin' a break since we all went down the day stretch?" Willie still smilin'.

" Afterwards".

" Ok". Conversation becomes more personal, less civil.

" You fuckin' raped her! You fuckin' coward! The woman you share a child with!"

" None of your goddamn business, dude".

" Let's uhhh...let's cool it guys! I don't know the particulars but––"

" You'll get what's comin' to you Willie, you fuckin' psycho. Not just for Steph, mind you. I know what you do here, with James, like some fuckin' Pinocchio bullshit with him. Fuckin' psycho". Eddie sees where I'm eyein'. Willie beats me to it.

" Willie!" Eddie tryna get his hands out of the dry box, but Willie stronger and I ain't helpin' Eddie.

" Get the fuck outta my camp".

" You gonna shoot me Willie?"

" Get the fuck out!"

" You don't fight men Willie".

" Yeah?" Willie drops the revolver. Really not much of a fight. They scufflin' on the ground, wrestlin', not sure if a single punch was thrown. Nevertheless people from other camps stumble in and pull them off of each other. I grab the revolver.

" Stay the fuck away from me!"

" Come on Willie, calm down". Randos from other camps lambast us for awhile, eventually they go back to bed. Willie can't stop talkin' about Yonn.

" Fuckin' bastard. Comes to our camp, fuckin' bastard. Fuckin' beater".

" That's right Willie, he's a fuckin' beater". Eddie goes to bed. I still have the revolver in my right palm.

" Why you didn't try to get some licks in, James?"
" Wasn't my fight".

" He insulted you too".

" I know". Wille looks at my right palm.

" You wanna teach him a lesson". There's a bottle of cognac in my left palm. Take a swig and I'm convinced. We sway over to where we think Yonn's camping and discharge the revolver into the air. Like we did with the lesbians. Find out in the mornin' he wasn't campin' there. Don't remember who was but irregardless Wille, Eddie, Yonn and I are all banned from the next ten Boat Smiths.