The Baytown Outlaws Page #3

So when you leave,

it would be great if Lincoln

could put a boot through his skull.

You ladies have any other questions'?

Henry, there's someone

in the back for you. In your office.

- Who?

- Anthony Reese. He's an ATF agent.

- Cute, too.

- Yeah. Thanks for that.

I'll be sure to freshen up

before I go in.

Agent Reese. Henry Millard.

- Pleasure, sir.

- Well...

- We don't see suits in here much.

- Yeah, I can see why.

- How do people move in this heat?

- At our own pace.

So... what can I do you for?

Well, I wanted to ask you a few

questions regarding the shootout

that occurred earlier today.

We think we may have a lead

on some suspects.

- Is that a fact?

- Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

It was a... It's an interesting region

you have over here.

It seems every few months there's

a large number of violent offenders

that go missing or show up dead,

but there's never any leads.

Cases just... go away.

It's very weird.

Well, I guess around here

finding justice for murderers

isn't a top priority.

Right. Do you know the Oodie Brothers'?

I know all, son. But I can see you

came prepared for show and tell.

So... get with the getting.

All right. Prime suspects!

Case dating back to their father,

Jonathan Warren Oodie,

or Johnny Boy Oodie, as he was called.

Guessing you would have loved this guy.

Apparently, in his mid-twenties,

Johnny Boy got involved with the Klan.

Made things very colourful for local

law enforcement back in the day.

Flash-forward, KKK just about

dumbed themselves out of existence

and Johnny Boy went out

in a blaze of glory

during a federal drug raid

in March of '86.

No known mother to speak of, which

makes these three a Christmas miracle.

Sound familiar to you, Sheriff? No?

There were no grandparents or kin

suitable to take the children in,

so they were sent into foster care.

Then, when they became of age, they

started to become everyone's problem.

The oldest is Brick.

He is Johnny Boy in the flesh.

Can't seem to stay out of trouble.

And boy, does he love his guns.

Then it looks as though they tried

to go legit for a minute.

So they put their middle brother,

Lincoln, in Southern Circuit Wrestling.

He ended up killing

seven men in the ring. And guess what?

Absolutely nothing was done about it.

Nope. Promoters wouldn't charge him,

saying it was accidental and part

of his neck-breaking gimmick.

And to make this giant f***er

even freakier, he cannot talk.

Or at least he couldn't

last time anybody checked.

Wrestled under the name

the Dixie Reaper.

And then there's McQueen.

Practically illiterate.

He's the baby of the brood.

He was well on his way

to becoming a real-life G.l. Joe.

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