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             I had been working the case for a month now. This guy was one of the most slippery criminals I had encountered in my short career as a bounty hunter. This guy was notorious for slipping out of tight jams. I guess my boss figured this case would keep me busy enough to stay out of his hair. I hadn’t accomplished much in this career. In the five cases I was assigned I only caught one guy, a sixty year old man who had jumped bail. The reward wasn’t even enough to cover my rent for the month. I had to make good on this case or my boss was going to kill me. I followed every lead I came across.
 
            Houston was first, there he managed to jump out of a second story hotel window just as I was about to make the drop on him. In Dallas he managed to out run me on a busy city street. I was determined to catch him. As I traveled across Texas following lead after lead it seemed he was always a few steps ahead of me. With every stop I found he had left a trail of robbed convenient stores and empty cash registers in the hotels he checked in to. I spent most of the stops untying bound and gagged hotel managers and gas station attendants. The story was always the s ame, he would check into a hotel under an assumed name, XXXX off any little mom and pop store in the area, then rob the hotel of any cash that was on hand. It was just enough money to keep him afloat and on the run. Every bounty hunter and law enforcement outfit in Texas was out for him. I was the one who going to get him.

            It looked as if my luck was about to change when I got a tip that he headed towards Abilene. I had grown up there and knew it like the back of my hand. I called ahead to my local contacts and had them keep their eyes and ears open. I was finally going to have my day. I arrived at my old stomping grounds and got the news from a local hood I had grown up with he was staying at the local hotel.  I called ahead and warned the manager to watch his step. Little did I know, the crook had the manager duct taped to a chair in an empty room and it was him I was talking to. I arrived cautiously to the hotel and made my way to the mangers desk. “Anyone here “, I yelled. “ Back here" , a voice shouted to me from the back office. I walked into the room and was met with a hard blow to the head.
 
           I woke a couple of hours later on the floor. It took me a moment to figure out what had happened. A salty taste encompassed my mouth; I realized I had the bandana I had been using as a sweat rag lodged between my teeth. “ MUUFFUUCKEEE”, I screamed. My hands had been tied behind my back tightly. My ankles were tied together with rope. “WHADGGFUCK”, I screamed through my gagged mouth. He had gotten the drop on me. “Well now Mr. Bradford it seems you are a persistent little fuck”, he said. “Now here we are, you trussed up like a turkey and me watching you squirm”, he yelled. “MMMPPPHHH LLMMPPHH GOMM”, was all I managed. “No, I don’t think so maybe a little alone time will teach you a lesson”, he grimaced. “I am out of your league guy”, he laughed. He left the office when some guests rang the front bell for service. This was my chance.
 
           
             I pulled at the ropes that tied my wrists. I had seen his handy work before and knew he tied a good knot. Fortunately for me this was not the first time I had been bound and gagged.  I struggled hard, trying to loosen the knots from my wrists. It was no use; I couldn’t get my hands free. I tried my ankles next; I fought in vain to try any slip my cowboy boots off but it was no use. The boots were a tight fit and the rope was tied tight. I managed to sit up from the floor. My body was getting tired from my fruitless struggle. I squirmed and grunted with little success. Then he came back.
 
           “Well my friend it seems our time together is coming to an end”, he said. “PPLLEESASSS”, I grunted. “Don’t try to catch up with me, or you’ll find yourself in the same compromising position”, he yelled. “Just to make sure I get a bit of a head start I think I’d better use a little more rope”, he laughed. With that pushed me onto my stomach and began to wrap rope around the foot of my boots and tied my feet together. He ran the rope to my wrists n a strict hogtie. “MMMPPPHHH”, I yelped. Then he was gone.
 
             I struggled and moaned in vain hoping someone would hear the cries from muffled mouth. I rolled desperately on the floor hoping I could break free. The ropes knotted tightly around me seemed to get tighter with every yank and pull. The gag in my mouth was wet with saliva. I was finally found two hours later, I was to exhausted from my struggle to give a damn anymore. I checked into the hotel and called my boss to tell him I quit. He didn’t argue with me.

The End