the cozy spot

marvin rigsby sat at a dark booth in the little bar called the cozy spot . a cold beer sweated in front of him with the little bubbles drifting to the top. he was in a tight.  all his best layed plans had come up empty. the last one had been the one he had put all his faith in. he had left saigon with a fat bank account from dealing in the black market with american military goods. when reaching home soil he had wrangled a position with the DRUG ENFORCMENT AGENCY. then after a year he had managed to get himself stationed in south western arizona.  with his connections he had been able to make contact with the altar cartel in altar sonora.  after a dozen small deals he had built up enough confidence with the cartel to be able to negotiate a big deal. but he needed more cash than he had on hand. marvin liked the ladies, he liked high liven and he liked expensive clothes.  he had made a deal with a local farmer with a reputation for financing any deal that will turn a big profit and ask no questions.  the one problem with the farmer he also had a reputation for physical retribution if you didnt pay when you agreed. and marvins time was runnin short.  a week more and the farmer was gonna want his money.  the cartel had sent two packages north with a coyote who was leading a group of illegals into arizona. it should have been a simple thing except the coyote was a crazy , knife weilding fool! he had run afoul of sam bender and forced bender to shoot him. one bundle of drugs had been recovered by the border patrol when they picked up the body of the coyote. a girl had been reported with the coyote but she had dropped out of sight. when rigsby had gone to see bender hoping for a friendly  encounter he found a man who knew him, and hated him. now what would he do ? there was no evidence of the girl at the ranch when rigsby had gone there with the captain of the papago border patrol who he thought he had in his pocket, but now with sam bender spreading the word on him he wasnt so sure. he figgured that if he could find the lost back pack he could recover enough to pay the farmer his share then start over. and the only one who might know where it was would be the girl. he knew that if bender had it or knew of it he would  have turnned it in to the immigration agents. after reading sam s dod  file he knew that dealing with bender was out of the question. highley decorated , with two tours in nam  with a price on his head by the viet cong he was a true hero who only wanted to be left alone. and hunting for a half million dollers in drugs wasnt leaving him alone.  and the fact that he had shot the coyote with out so much as a bat of the eye, it scared rigsby.  but he was more afraid of the farmer.  he knew he had to come up with some sort of a plan to recover the lost back pack. swallowing the last of the beer he got to his feet and started for the door. . maybe a nights sleep would help.