Hagan Brothers - Part 1

Hagan Brothers - Part 1

Published by Mike Fitting at Smashwords

Copyright 2020 Mike Fitting

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Dedication

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Preface

This book, Hagan Brothers - Part 1, is the first book in a series of two books about the lives of the Hagan Brothers, Webb and Dag Hagan.

Follow the lives of Webb and Dag Hagan along with there Bull Mastiff friend Lefty in their small town of Linsky.

Book 1: Hagan Brothers - Part 1

Book 2: Hagan Brothers - Part 2

Introduction

Many know people like Agar and Missy Hagan, hard working salt of the earth kind of people. They live on one of the outer hillsides of Linsky, a small town of over a hundred, maybe close to two hundred, actually perhaps several hundred when you count everyone sprinkled through out the many nearby hillsides. Its difficult to say as there isn't a Population of Linsky ... sign on either end of Linsky, nobody keeps track anyway. Agar and Missy Hagan are fourth generation Hagan's, they live in the Hagan home, part animal farm, chickens and a few hogs when times are good. The Hagan home has been remodeled and added on to more times than anyone wants to remember, its a good, stable and loving home. They have two boys, the oldest is Webb, the youngest by only 11 months is Webb's brother Dag. Webb and Dag are really no longer boys, there young men now, very popular with most, not with some. Both good looking with the ability to charm almost anything from anyone, especially the women.

Linsky has no more than maybe 15 buildings in downtown proper, only one solitary stop sign that everyone ignores, even Bags Olfsen, Linsky's mayor and sheriff. There's the hardware store, the feed store, small pharmacy, Mabel's diner, Lester's bar, post office, city hall, apparel store, the grange and community center, a church, and Hagan's garage.

Agar is the mechanic here in Linsky and pretty much everyone within 100 miles comes to Agar's garage, or now and then Agar will go to them, or send his boys out to take care of it. Agar has taught Webb and Dag everything he knows about mechanics and fixing almost anything. They are both very good with everything mechanical, they know it all, Dag holds it over Webb when it comes to fixing cars or anything else.

Mabel's diner is one of the hot spots in town, its a good guess with high probability that at least one time during the day, everyone in Linsky will walk into Mabel's. Mabel is Missy's sister, Webb and Dag's Aunt Mabel. Aunt Mabel is the best thing Webb and Dag have going, there is no stronger supporter than Aunt Mabel. There's been many times that Mabel has pulled them out of the fire for one thing or another, unbeknownst to Webb and or Dag. If its in you to rag on the Hagan brothers, you had best clear it through Aunt Mabel first, or suffer.

The other prominent stop for many in Linsky is Lester's Bar, been here a long time. Lester Odom took it over from his dad Barrow who took it from his dad, so on and so on. Lester's is a bar, card room, family dining, dance hall, the all-in-one approach to entertainment. If you can't find who your looking for then you haven't checked Lester's. Lester and his cousin Bradley Stone run the place, Lester takes care of the business and financial end. Bradley, everyone calls him Moose, is a tall big man. He's the bartender, card room manager, and bouncer all rolled into one big lovable hunk, just don't piss him off. Bradley has a full schedule, full of multi-tasking, most nights and overtime on week-ends. Beer and liquor makes the world go around, up and down, forwards and backwards, you know how that works.

Then there's good ole Friday night bingo at the Linsky Grange and Community Hall, a standard for many. Not so much cash or appliance types prizes, a lot of gift coupons from some of the stores, even animals like chickens, eggs, pound of bacon or venison, people donating rather than offering up actual cash. For the most part its filled with women and kids while the men are over at Lesters, it works just fine, the women don't mind it at all.

Mabel's catches almost everyone coming in and out during the day, on Sunday its the church that attracts probably everyone who is healthy and can walk. Pastor Paxton is a friend to many, a good man, a good and faithful preacher that is truly well liked and respected. While no one would ever admit it out loud so everyone nearby might hear it, its the Sunday potluck that draws in the faithful. Its an unwritten law that you bring at least one dish to Sunday services, casserole, pie, cake, anything as long as you bring one. Sunday's potluck is the food fix of the week for many, they pack in as much food as possible to sustain themselves until the next Sunday. Its known to be a blessing in many ways, its also known to be a little evil as well. Case in point is Louise Daber's casserole, doesn't make any difference what kind of casserole it is, just don't eat it, your week will not be a happy week. Mothers are ever watchful, quickly herding the kids around Louise's casserole to the next dish. She can put it anywhere in line, in any bowl she wants, doesn't matter, everyone knows which one is Louise's.

Life in Linsky has all kinds of flavors, each day is the same but different. Good people, regular folks, old cantankerous harmless buffaloes, and the bad apples that just seem to always have some kind of daily issues. We all do right? From time to time we all have days when walking is a challenge, we celebrate when the toilet flushes, or maybe the dog barfed in one of your boots, anything can happen - Just ask Mrs. Murphy.

LEFTY

What a beautiful day it is, how are you Missy, been too long girl. said sweet Georgina Hastings as Missy Hagan opened the door.

Well hey Georgina, its gorgeous, just gorgeous! said Missy looking down at a basket that Georgina had sat down on the porch.

What ya got there? asked Missy.

Well ... Everyone knows your gift with animals Missy. My cousin Becky from over from Slotville, she came over with this darling little puppy, cutest li'l thing. He was so cute running and bouncing around in the back yard when the damndest thing happened. A coon attacked the little thing, pulled its little eye out, we were shocked and heartbroken all at the same time. said Georgina as Missy bends over and lifts the towel covering the basket.

My God! What kind of puppy is it!? asked Missy, Georgina, you haven't taken it to Doc Weller's yet, this li'l thing needs a vet Georgina! said Missy.

Well ... I thought you would be able to care for him, some kind of sav or something. said Georgina, Becky said it was a British dog, called it a Bull Mastiff or some such thing. added Georgina. She's not anywhere close to a bright bulb, dim might even be a smidge to high a bar for Georgina.

He is a cute little thing, never seen a puppy like this before. Li'l thing is a damn mess, got to get him to Doc Wellers. said Missy.

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Webb Hagan! Don't even touch that pie nor the other one! said Missy as Webb and Dag showed up from somewhere.

Ma!? What good is one of your berry pies if we can't eat it? I said, How bout a li'l taste? I said smiling, usually it works if I smile just right.

No! Absolutely not! Those pies are for Doc Weller, you boys grab that puppy over there and get him to Doc Wellers right away, give him these pies and tell him thanks. said Missy as Dag picks up the basket, setting it on the table for a close look.

What the hell! Ma! What the hell is it, how ya know its a puppy? Gross! said Dag as I walk over to look. I reach down, picking up the little puppy.

Holy shit Ma! Does it have a face? Something got into this dude! I said as the little puppy's face is wrinkled swollen, infected, who knows what is seeping down his whole face. Yet, he seems to be happy, tail wiggling like crazy, trying to lick both of us, neither Dag or I want anything to do with it.

Go! Get going, both of you. Take the puppy and pies and get over to Doc Wellers! shouted Missy.

It didn't take long, Doc Wellers is just over a couple rises, a good size farm, animals in care everywhere.

Bring him in here boys. said Doc Weller.

We're gonna find out what your made of on this one Doc! said Dag.

I know there's probably a head in there some damn place Doc, there's so much skin and puss, its hard to know! I said.

Nah! Its not as bad as that boys, he's a great looking little guy, some antibiotics, a patch, he'll be fine. Seen it before, don't know about coons, bastards always go for the eyes. He'll be fine boys, still got his left eye, he's young, won't even miss it in time. said Doc Weller.

Mom sent over these pie's Doc, said to say thanks! I said.

It's a good day in heaven when I get some of Missy's berry pie! You tell Missy thank you boys! said Doc Weller.

I'm driving as Dag is holding the puppy, Ya know, he is a cute li'l thing, Doc cleaned him up real good. said Dag as the puppy is wagging his tail like crazy, jumping up on Dag, licking Dag's face.

He's pee'in on ya Dag! I said laughing, He's shore isn't lacking in happy! I said.

Oh shit! Oh well, what's a little pee from a li'l guy whose lost his right eye. said Dag.

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We wouldn't let Mom give him away, he's our dog, he belongs to Webb and me. He goes everywhere with us, get's damn right mad if we don't take him. We call him Lefty due to he only has his left eye, Doc Weller was right, he could care less if he's only got one eye. One day we didn't take Lefty with us, Mom got so mad, yelled at us, You take that dog with you! Never again leave him here, you got that boys! she yelled. Lefty ate the couch, at least we don't know where it all went if he didn't swallow it, nothing but wood scraps and some stuffing here and there. Doc gave us something for Lefty, he pooped all over the place for a week, it was the shits, plain and simple.

Doc told us he wouldn't be full grown till about three years, two years from now. Webb and I are looking for another pickup, after just one year there ain't no where nears enough room for Webb and I and Lefty in our little pickup. He eats like crazy, everything in sight, we don't dare let him into Ma's kitchen. We take him down to Aunt Mabel's diner, its like Christmas to Lefty, he devours all they're left over scraps, kind a gross, not to Lefty.

That's it Webb! We're going to look for a full size pickup, Lefty's too big, he takes up the whole damn seat. I said.

There's still room! Quit bitch'n. said Webb.

Alright, I'll drive and you sit between us, see how ya like it! I said.

Lefty likes riding shotgun, sticks his head out the window, jowls flapping, drool streaming all over the road. If either one of us jumps in shotgun, he sits on the ground staring at us, growling and mumbling until we slide over, then with one giant leap for Leftykind, he's sitting shotgun crammed up against who is ever lucky enough to get the middle. I drove once, that's all it took, the next day we're out looking for a new and bigger truck.

We stopped off at the garage to check in with Dad, ask