Eugene Wolf was the baddest man in the county. Nobody fucked with him. The cops? To chickenshit. The local boys. Nope. Everyone was afraid of Eugene Wolf. He was a bootlegger and moonshiner. Say a cross word to him and he would go right upside your head. Pistol whip the shit out of you. Smash your car up. Shoot bullets in your house. Shoot bullets into your radiator just for kicks. He would say "Do you know who the fuck I am now?" The whole county was terrified of him.
I was a 20 year old punk kid drinking in a beer joint one night. The place was rockin' and rollin.' Everyone having fun. Then Eugene Wolf walked in the door. The place fell silent. As Eugene approached the bar the men started shuffling to the back. Left me standing there by myself. Eugene saddled up right next to me. Dammit! I didn't know what the hell to say. "That's a nice car you drive, Eugene." He smiled. "Damn law can't catch it!" he said. He drove a 65 Dodge Coronet with a 440 Hemi. He drank the whole can of beer in one gulp. He looked around at everyone with contempt. No one would meet his gaze. Then walked out the door.
A few weeks later I got the news that Eugene was dead. He had gotten into some moonshine dealings with Daymon Reid. The relationship went sour. Eugene ran Daymon's old lady off the road. Bad move. Daymon found him and shot him. But before he did he asked Eugene "You got your gun?" Eugene's reply was "I don't need a damn gun." Famous last words. Then Daymon shot him in the face. Dont fuck with the wrong dude. Everyone in the county was relieved.
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