Carnal Innocence

Indian into the gravel, leaving a nasty-looking puddle of yellow. Beneath his dusty overalls and sweaty work shirt—which even in the heat Austin wore buttoned clear to the top—his chest was broad as a bull’s.
    Tucker noted that he hadn’t brought out any of the rifles slotted into the rack in the back window of the cab. He hoped he could take that courtesy as a good omen.
    “Austin.” He came down one step, a sign of marginal friendliness.
    “Longstreet.” He had a voice like a rusty nail skidding over concrete. “Where the hell is my girl?”
    Since it was the last question Tucker expected, he only blinked politely. “Excuse me?”
    “You godless, rutting fuck. Where the hell is my Edda Lou?”
    The description was a little more along the lines of what Tucker had expected. “I haven’t seen Edda Lou since day before yesterday, when she went at me in the diner.” He held up a hand before Austin could speak. There was still something to be said for being part of the most powerful family in the county. “You can be as pissed as you want, Austin, and I’d expect that to be mighty damn pissed, but the fact is I slept with your daughter.” He took a long, slow drag. “You probably had a pretty good idea what I was doing when I was doing it, and I don’t figure you liked it much. And I don’t figure I can blame you for it.”
    Austin’s lips peeled back from yellowed, uneven teeth. No one would have mistaken it for a smile. “I shoulda skinned your worthless hide the first time you came sniffing around her.”
    “Maybe, but seeing as Edda’s been over twenty-one for a couple years or more, she does her own choosing.” Tucker drew on the cigarette again, considered the tip, then flicked it aside. “The point is, Austin, what’s done’s done.”
    “Easy to say when you planted a bastard in my daughter’s belly.”
    “With her full cooperation,” Tucker said, slipping his hands into his pockets. “I’m going to see to it that she has everything she needs while she’s carrying the baby, and there’ll be no pinching on the child support.”
    “Big talk.” Austin spat again. “Smooth talk. You’ve always been able to get your tongue around words real good, Tucker. Now you listen to a few. I take care of my own, and I want that girl out here, now.”
    Tucker merely lifted a brow. “You think Edda’s here? She’s not.”
    “Liar! Fornicator!” His grating voice rose and fell like an evangelist’s with strep throat. “Your soul’s black with sin.”
    “I can’t argue about that,” Tucker said as agreeably as he could, “but Edda Lou’s not here. I’ve got no reason to lie about that, and you can take a look for yourself, but I’m telling you I haven’t seen or heard from her since she made her grand announcement.”
    Austin considered barging into the house, and he considered just what kind of fool that would make him. He wasn’t about to play the fool for a Longstreet. “She ain’t here, she ain’t nowhere in town. I tell you what I think, you sonofabitch, I think you talked her into going to one of those murder clinics to get rid of it.”
    “Edda Lou and I haven’t talked about anything. If that’s what she’s done, she came up with it all on her own.”
    He’d forgotten just how fast the big man could move. Before the last word was out of his mouth, Austin had leapt forward, grabbing him by the shirt and lifting him clean off the steps.
    “Don’t you talk that way about my girl. She was a God-fearing Christian before she got hooked up with you. Look at you, nothing but a lazy, rutting pig living in your big, fine house with your drunk of a brother and whore of a sister.” Fine spit sprayed Tucker’s face as Austin’s skin turned a mottled, angry red. “You’ll rot in hell, the lot of you, just like your sin-soaked father.”
    As a matter of course, Tucker preferred to talk, charm, or run his way out of confrontations. But there was always a point, no matter how he tried to prevent it, when pride and temper kicked in.
    He plowed a fist into Austin’s midsection, surprising the older man enough to make him loosen his grip. “You listen to me, you sanctimonious bastard, you’re dealing with me, not my family. Just me. I told you once I’ll do right by Edda Lou, and I’m not telling you again. If you think I was the first one to get her on her back, then you’re crazier than I figured.” He was getting himself worked up, and knew better. But the