Michael McGarrity - Nothing But Trouble

For as long as Kevin Kerney had known him, Johnny Jordan had been nothing but trouble. But it had taken a long time for Kerney to realize the downside of being Johnnys friend.

Memories of Johnny flooded through Kerneys mind on a snowy April afternoon after he returned to police headquarters to find a telephone message on his desk from his old boyhood chum. Johnny was in Santa Fe, staying at a deluxe downtown hotel, and wanted to get together for drinks and dinner that evening.

Kerney stared out his office window at the fluffy wind-driven snow that melted as soon as it hit the glass. Hed last seen Johnny well over thirty years ago at the memorial services for his parents, whod been killed in a traffic accident the day Kerney had returned from his tour of duty in Vietnam. Johnny had shown up at the church late, accompanied by a good-looking woman twice his age, with his left arm in a cast-broken in a fall hed taken at a recent pro rodeo event.

He remembered Johnny waiting for him outside the church, standing next to a new truck with the initials JJ painted on the doors above a rider on a bucking bronc. Dressed in alligator cowboy boots, black pressed jeans, a starched long-sleeve white Western-cut shirt, and a gold-and-silver championship rodeo buckle, hed flashed Kerney a smile, led him away from the truck where his lady friend waited, and offered his condolences.

Its a damn shame, Johnny said with a shake of his head. Are you going to be okay?

Eventually, I suppose, Kerney replied.

But not yet, Johnny said.

Not yet.

They caught up with each other. Johnny had been rodeoing since graduating from high school and had become a top-ten saddle bronc rider, while Kerney had finished his college degree and gone off to Vietnam as an infantry second lieutenant. Johnnys parents, Joe and Bessie, who owned a big spread on the Jornada, a high desert valley straddled by mountains in south-central New Mexico where Kerney had been raised, had sold out and bought another ranch in the Bootheel of southwestern New Mexico. Joe had left his job as the president of a local bank in Truth or Consequences to take over a savings and loan in Deming.

Still in shock over the loss of his parents, Kerney didnt have much to say, but he promised to stay in touch with Johnny once things settled down. Johnny gave him a phone number where he could be reached and left with the nameless woman.

It had been typical of Johnny not to introduce his lady friend. He had a catch-and-release attitude toward woman.

Kerney never followed up. His friendship with Johnny had ended years before. At the age of sixteen Kerney had hired out as a summer hand on the Jordan ranch. On his first day at work hed been sent with Johnny to repair a cattle trap in preparation for the fall roundup. The job consisted of replacing broken fence posts and stringing new wire.

By noon theyd almost finished the chore, when they ran out of steel replacement posts. Johnny took the truck to get more from a ranch supply store in Truth or Consequences, while Kerney stayed behind to string and splice wire. Four hours later Kerney was still waiting for Johnnys return when the ranch manager, Shorty Powell, had showed up.

Is this as far as youve got? Shorty asked, surveying the unfinished trap.

We ran out of posts, Kerney replied. Johnny went to get more. He didnt say anything about Johnny leaving him stranded in the hot desert sun for four hours with no water, no shade, on foot, and ten miles from the ranch headquarters. He didnt tell Shorty that while hed waited for Johnny hed rebuilt and rehung the gate to the trap by himself, using the old wooden fence posts.

This job should have been finished today, Shorty said as he grabbed the mike to the CB radio in his truck and called for Johnny. Where are you? he asked when Johnny replied.

Just leaving the store with the posts.

I want you and Kevin out at the trap first thing in the morning to finish up. Ill bring Kevin back to the ranch.

At the ranch Johnny had not yet arrived. Shorty killed the engine and gave Kerney a long, appraising look. That wasnt a full days job I sent you boys out to do. What took so long?

We had a lot of wire to splice and the ground was pretty hard, Kerney replied, so parched he could barely speak. Pounding those posts in took a while.

Shorty grunted. Its your first day on the job, so Ill give you some slack. But if youre going to work for me this summer, I expect you to put your back into it.

Yes, sir, Kerney said.

The next morning, as they finished up at the trap, Johnny told Kerney how hed stopped by his girlfriends house in town on the way to the store and had gotten distracted. He never once apologized for leaving Kerney in the lurch, nor did he thank him for covering up his absence with Shorty.

Dont worry about Shorty, Johnny said as he pounded in the last post. Ill make sure he keeps you on through the summer.

Kerney spliced a top wire with fencing pliers, clipped it to the post, and stretched it tight. Dont do me any favors, Johnny.

Whats bugging you?

Nothing, Kerney replied, staring at Johnny, who stood grinning at him, showing his perfect white teeth. Unlike Johnny, who lacked for nothing, Kerney needed the job and the money it would bring. Just dont expect me to lie for you again.

Youre taking this way too seriously.

Kerney wrapped the remaining wire around the post, took off his gloves, and handed Johnny the pliers. You can finish up.

Johnny laughed. When did the hired hand start giving orders?

When I found out my partner is a slacker.

Over the course of the summer Kerney distanced himself from Johnny and won Shortys respect as a hand, which meant more to him than Johnnys friendship.

That year Johnnys wild streak took over. In his free time he organized beer busts on his fathers boat at Elephant Butte Lake, made trips to sleazy Juarez nightclubs in Mexico, and got in fistfights over girls. When he wasnt working or partying, he was glued to the back of a horse, practicing his calf-roping and rodeoing skills.

As he considered Johnnys invitation, Kerney wondered if his old boyhood pal had changed at all over the years. Did he still have the big grin, the easy laugh, his charming, cocksure ways? As a rodeo fan hed kept up with Johnnys career for a time. Johnny had been good enough to repeatedly reach the national finals and had won two saddle bronc championships, but never the all-around title. Then hed faded from view.

Kerney decided it was worth his time to have dinner with Johnny, just to find out what had prompted his phone call. He dialed the hotel and asked to be put through to Johnnys room. The operator asked for his name, and when he responded, she told him Johnny would meet him in the bar of an expensive downtown restaurant at seven oclock.

Kerney confirmed hed be there and disconnected, thinking maybe Johnny hadnt changed much at all: he still expected things to go his way and for people to do his bidding. Any nostalgia he had about his past friendship was erased by a sense of wariness.

He checked the time. If he left for home now, he could change out of his uniform into civvies and get back in town to meet up with Johnny at the restaurant.

At the Santa Fe Airport, Johnny Jordan sat with the woman hed brought with him to Santa Fe, eager to put her on a flight home and be done with her. Brenda was a petite, hard-bodied workout maven who conducted trim-and-tone exercise classes at a Denver gym and spa that catered to professional women. Hed met her at a party three weeks ago, and by the end of the night he had taken her to bed.

Over the past three weeks Johnny had found her to be the perfect combination of what he liked in a woman: haughty, hot looking, and sluttish in bed. Two days ago hed invited Brenda to accompany him on a short business trip, thinking it would be fun to have someone to play with who liked it wet and wild and didnt demand too much of his time. By the end of the drive down from Denver, Johnny realized hed made a huge mistake.