Slack surprised us a month ago. He had a huge blow up with Big Mangus. Big Mangus is a generous man, even for a pit boss. He's full Apache. Claims to be Geronimo's great great grand son. I told him my family knew his and we became friends shortly after I showed him the diary my great great grandma kept. My family hid Geronimo's children while the rest of the Apache ducked into the Chiricahuas as calvary chased after them.
There was word going around that Slack was in the mountains across from Bear Lake but I thought I saw him yesterday on the ridge-line next to the stand of dead trees. I was out near the twelfth hole running ice for Sky's snack cart. Slack has this dodgy gate with a quick step. His shirt was off and his black slacks were grey with campfire ash. He'd taken a few choppy steps across the high boulder we all used to smoke at when when were kids. I knew he was looking at us 'cause I saw the hair on Sky's neck stand up.
