rain, mud and family

Sam stepped up on the porch. the rain was commin down hard again. it ws runnin off the tin roof in a solid sheet. he stepped to the screen door that led to the kitchen. a voice inside said" I just mopped the floor patron."
    Sam stepped back, looked down at his muddy boots and smiled. the penalty for domestication was a clean floor! 
  " please bring me a beer . " he asked
   " is it safe to come outside /" sissy asked
  sam looked over at the crossing , no pickup was in sight." yeah its ok" he answered
  presently the door opened and Sissy stepped out with a beer in hand. she wore a pair of denim pants and a tee shirt. she was bare footed and her hair was brushed and smelled like lavender.
 handing the beer to Sam she smiled" thank you for not bringing the mud in to my kitchen." he teeth were sparkling with the smile.
 " no problem, sit down." Sam motioned to a extra chair. " I met your brother over there a while ago." he motioned to the wash .
  " I have no brother. was he tall and maybe 40?" sissy asked a frown crossing her face

  " yep"
  " he isn't my brother, his father married my mother when my father was killed. Louis is a bad man in altar. he is rich but he makes his money the wrong way. from people who are barel;y existing he takes their food, thier crops and their money and says they owe him. " he owns the ground they farm  but is to lazy to farm it himself"
   " he seemed realy concerned for you. he told me to tell you your family needs you at home." Sam sipped the beer watching the rain pound the yard into a muddy bogg.
   " I have no family left, my madre died last year. Louis father died last month. Louis wants me to come back to be his puta, a whore for him. I wont go. his papa was a good man. he had a green card and took us to Tucson. I went to school there as did Louis before me. we learned good English, how to live here. but we have no green card so when he died we had to go back to altar." sissy was on the verge of tears.
" I wont make you go, I wont make you do anything you don't want to.  right now I need a friend as much as a cook and house keeper. but people keep showing up here looking for you. I don't want you hurt or taken away.  sam was talking to the rain. sissy was listening and staring at the rain.
  " did you find the pack?" she asked
   " yep, but ime not touching it. right now i cant. I need to call epi first.  then he can deal with it. "
   sisy nodded. " you know whats best. you want another beer?"




   in casa grand marvin rigsby was sweating bullits. the farmer was coming to see him at the cozy spot and he was scared. he knew the farmer had a short fuse and little patience. he ordered a beer and sat in the back. he would watch the door and keep his back to a wall. that and the fact that he was a federal officer might be enough to keep him from a beating.
  a hour later after the farmer had left he swallowed the last of his second beer. he had a repreave, he had a week. outside the rain was coming down in a torrential deluge. the streets were running ankle deep in the gutters and washing the street trash before it. marvin watched it roll by as he stood under the awning in front of the cozy spot. he heaved a big sigh of relief. now to get ahold of the big papago cop and then if he had to get tough with Bender to get the bag he would.  he was sure Bender was hiding the girl but she may not know anything anyway. a pickup whizzed by splashing water up on the sidewalk and making marvin jump back to keep from getting wet. he swore and looked at his suburban in the parking lot. it was 50 yards to it. he was going to wet no matter what. he hunched his shoulders in preparation for the dash to the car. thinking tomorrow would be a fresh start. rain washes away a lot of things. why not this trouble?