Will dropped his stack of 3x6’s onto the deck. He walked over to the fresh stack of 2x4’s were he placed his hot coffee. He jerked his tongue and head back a bit in reaction to the hot bite it gave. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Renald dressed in his usual black attire and shades. Will’s head shot over his right shoulder and walked towards the man.
Renald’s hands were behind were his back as he turned and started walking away.
“Hey!” Said Will walking towards him. Renald picked up the pace as his gradual walk, turned into a faster pace then into a start of a full sprint. “Oh, no ya don’t.” Following pursuit, the sunglassed man quickly turned his head while Will ran jogged after him onto the cement driveway.
Will chucked his hammer straight at the Renald’s back. It connected, bouncing off and he hit the ground before the hammer did.
Renald’s mouth opened without any sound coming out and Will looked down at him with unsympathetic eyes. Will took his own sunglasses off. Renald found the strength to face the attacker above him. Renald found the strength to shakily take his sunglasses off. His hauntingly light blue eyes peered up and met Will’s steel blue. Renald’s, pupils dilated. “This whole time you’ve been feeding us to the lion…when you gonna pay us?” The black jacketed man in pain cringed.
“Ah, I have it. You’ll be paid for your troubles.” Said Renald cringing in pain.
“That thing down there threatened my friends and my family, I think you owe us a little overtime hazard pay, for this one.”
“Well, I don’t know about that.”
Will poured some of his hot coffee onto Renald’s face. It hissed on his forehead. “Ahh!…okay, okay…”
Will smiled while looking down, “where there’s a Will there’s a way.”
“I’ll double your pay.”
“Hm, good rhyme. What was your deal in this whole thing? What was your part?”
The Man winched in pain once more then looked deeply into Will’s eyes for what seemed like an eternity. “He was my master. I had to follow him, do what he asked. I’m between both worlds, the living and the dead. He made me his servant. Forced to serve him.”
“Hm,” Will sipped his coffee “…no master, eh? Guess that makes you unemployed. Your master went back to hell where he came from and I’m, well I’m down at least two and a half men, wait…” he quickly counted in his head. “three men now with Chris leaving, that makes three men gone. Good men.”
“Your point is?…”
“My point is, now we’re behind on the next colonial and I…I need an extra man. How about it? You’re master’s gone now.”
“…how about that?” said The Man rolling his eyes and cringing.
“So uh, let me ask you a question, do you wanna die instead?” Asked will sipping his coffee with a hint of smile.
Renald frowned and seriously contemplated leaving the living world with quick smack of a hammer stake. “I think I’d rather die?”
“In those days men will plead for death and they will not find it.” Book of Revelation.
“God pounds his nails and I’m the hammer Gunga-Din.” Will held his hand out to him as he grinned.
* * *
The following day Renald was on the roof on the two story colonial, shirtless. His pale white skin burned under the hot sun as he pounded nails onto the roof trusts. He wiped his brow, sweating.
Will looked up and watched, sipping his coffee.