1965 Mustang
By Brian Kenyon
Mobile Manors sat on a bluff above the Sacramento River.
Manuel Jones was 6’6” with a barrel chest, but nimble as a cat. He sipped
coffee on his trailer porch, watching the brightening dawn materialize his
cherry 1965 Mustang. A wrecker parked behind the Mustang. The driver jumped
out, hooked the Mustang, pulled a lever and it rose five feet. Manuel leaped
down from the porch and started strangling the repo man. “You the owner?” he
gasped. Manuel said yeah. The repo man said he was a freelance and he needed a
bodyguard. He told his boss Manuel was never home.
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