Upping the Ganja Trade E-Book

Suzann Dodd

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

This is the next part of the development of the Marijuana (ganja) trade between Jamaica and Ireland (as well as America).   It focuses on the people who were involved, their relationships and attitudes.

Leseprobe

Suzann Dodd

Upping the Ganja Trade

The Clay Game Part V

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Chapter One

Jahn Garrett bought Scimitar Castle not for history or status, he bought it for growing marijuana. The ancient walls surrounded a football pitch sized field on which he could build a greenhouse, similar to the one he had in Texas.

He was sitting in the house Jimmy Waldron had to buy, due to a hitch in the purchase. The moment the Castle went on the market, Jahn was ready. Unfortunately, Mi O’Shan died without a will, his beneficiaries were his wife, June, and his daughter, Jody.

June was ready to sell at the grave site. The problem was Jody. She had been missing and it would take seven full years before she could be declared legally dead, and June O’Shan able to sell.

The irony of the story was that about ten years ago, when Jahn was in High School, a girl, calling herself Jody O’Shan had arrived. She lived in the house across the sometimes dry river bed from the Elegy Ranch owned by June O’Shan.

From the moment Jahn saw her he knew she was an imposter.

Luke Garrett had been adopted when he was about eight by Big Bill Garrett. He was Jahn’s father’s best friend, treated as his brother. When he was eighteen he’d gotten a girl of fourteen pregnant and married her. That was ‘Aunt Jackie.’

Aunt Jackie was a great disgrace to her mother, having married a ‘dirt farmer’. Her sister June was spirited away by their mother and maneuvered into marriage with a much older wealthy man named Michael O’ Shan who owned Scimitar Castle.

June, (who often called herself Jeanetton) liked Mi’s money, liked the Castle, but couldn’t bear the short old man who was her husband. Pretending that she missed her sister, Jackie, he bought the house across the dry river bed for her.

June and Jackie despised each other, but Mi didn’t know it. June used the visits to get away from her husband, and dragged their daughter, Jody, with her. June would abandon the child to the care of servants. Visiting the Elegy Ranch was Jody’s big outing. She disliked every one of the people who lived there equally. And after a few sad encounters, refused to go with her mother, begging her father to let her stay in Ireland.

June, a magnificent liar, privately told her husband that the children at the Elegy Ranch were a little immoral and offended Jody. Mi understood, and when June went on her visits, Jody remained. As Mi became more feeble, Jody was shipped to Boarding School. June continued to avoid Ireland, and told everyone that she had divorced Mi. She hadn’t. She was waiting for him to die and her to be the rich widow.

Jahn Garrett, who had met Jody on the early visits, hadn’t liked a bone in her.

The ‘new’ version who arrived when he was nearly fifteen was a totally different person.

One night he’d ridden his horse to the house Jody occupied, saw the light in the attic. He entered, mounted the stairs. When he opened the attic door, she was not in the bed, where he’d first glanced, but standing opposite with a gun in her hand. He liked the way she held the gun.

“Think we should talk,” Jahn had said.

She didn’t give the usual, as ‘about what’ or ‘I have nothing to say’, she stood as she had, the gun pointed at his chest, her eyes in his, and was silent.

She was too young to work for an agency or have an agenda. She was a girl from somewhere who had nowhere to be so was here. Whether she’d killed Jody and taken her papers or changed identities, was not central to Jahn’s consideration.

Standing there, looking at her, he saw something he liked, someone he felt he could trust. The only decision was could she trust him.

Unlike most of the High School in Ennis, Texas, which had its racist element, Jahn’s gang was integrated, Dave and Lenny Lucas were his friends. No one made a slur, even under their breath, for Jahn could fight and was very strong. If he hit a man in the face, he broke a jaw. And everyone knew it.

This ‘Jody’ knew who and what he was. This ‘Jody’ had a choice, watch him turn and walk away and lose whatever benefit connection to him and his Circle would endow, or speak.

She never broke eye contact and he had an odd sense she was reading his mind, as she lowered the gun.

“I wanted to leave, Jody wanted to stay.”

Her voice, as his, was low and soft. It was a voice that only emitted what was necessary.

He understood her remark as the admission of having been schooled in the interstices of the environment in which she now resided. This meant she wasn’t flying blind when she arrived in Texas.

“One day you’ll tell me your biography. Right now, how good are you with a gun?” he had asked.

“As good as you...”

Her words pushed him a bit, for he was that good.

“You can ride?” he asked.

“Never did before.”

“Meet you about six am, test your skills. I’ll teach you to ride on the way.”

That was the beginning of the friendship. It lasted all through High School, to graduation, and when the thought to expand the Gang outside of this realm of Texas, the easy choice was Ireland. Jody had entrance to Scimitar Castle.

Dublin wasn’t important. Whatever mistakes made there would not be repeated. Whatever success they had, could be repeated.

The ironic part of the entire project was that after consideration, the only use Dublin had was a place to sell marijuana. ‘Jody’, actually being Lollisa Chin Lee, a Jamaican, who had connections to the ganja trade, set it up.

Hence, just as she was the reason the Gang went to Dublin, she was the creator of the their Ganja Trade; which Jahn expanded into minor cities in America.