Father on a HuntJay wiped the blood from his nose. He looked from his hand to the guy that he managed to chain up. Said guy was bigger than Jay, around the same age. Dark brown hair, brown eyes. He had on a worn out leather jacket, a white shirt, faded out blue jeans, and black work boots. His name was Craig Hendricks. He was wanted for numerous felonies."Cops are on their way big guy.""I swear over my mother's grave if you leave me here for the cops I'll hunt you down and make you suffer, bounty hunter." Craig had a low, gruff voice. Jay walked over to the man, knelt down and punched him."You won't, couple of reasons why. One you're gonna be in jail for a long time, and two it's hard to get dirt on me." The other man started laughing."Well see about that cowboy," Thinking nothing about his little threat, Jay gets up and walks off. The man was a dead guy anyway. He was going on death row once the cops get him. "Don't leave me here Jay Harris!"Jay got in his black Cadillac Escalade and drove off.
Bounty Hunter living a NightmareFive years ago on May 12th 2004 my world was turned upside down. It was the day my son, Buck, was born. Sure his mother was a one night stand, and after he was born she took off, but I loved him more than anything.I was a bounty hunter for a very long time, but when my little Buck was born. I stopped. I wanted to see him grow up, and being a bounty hunter wasn't a job a father should have. So, I got a job at a factory, good paying job so I could support my little Buck and I…We were two peas… He had my eyes, my laugh, my personality…His favorite food was Marconi and cheese and fish sticks. His favorite snack of all time? A Twinkie.We'd have pancakes every day, then we'd head outside. Sometimes we'd even go to the park… He didn't really like the park, he loved the backyard more. And when it was rainy we'd stay inside and make things. The last thing we made was a wallet out of duct tape…Three years ago I got home late from work late one night. Something didn't feel right; I did hire