Chapter 3 Grass Valley is not a bad place, Anthony thought as he watered the plants. They had grown about 3 feet in the last month. Fat bushes already covered with tiny bud. Crystals on the buds looking like frost. Although they seemed like decent people, not the environmental terrorists Makena made them out to be, it was true everyone in this town seemed to grow bud or know someone who did. Lot of businesses catered to the growers, which had saved the town financially, he had heard more than once. Sure they used chemicals. A lot of chemicals for vegetarians but Pahoa said these plants would each hit 13 feet high and 13 feet wide. Every plant would have up to 10 pounds of stinky bud on it by the end of season. Diesel, OG, Blue Dream, Kush. There were Mexicans growing in the national forests and they left behind everything. Irrigation pipes, empty bags and bottles from dirt and chemicals, pots. At least Smart pots would eventually decompose but these guys used plastic pots. Jammed up the streams with the plastic debris too. Everyone hated them. Even all the growers he met who lived here. Many of the local farmers for the dispensaries grew their own veggies too. Most lived a simple life, trying to get by in this economy with two or three kids. He could see why people did this. Work a few hours a day watering and trimming off sun leaves. It got itchy but it was easy. Then spend the rest of the day growing their food, homesteading their land, homeschooling their kids. Close community, they seemed to really care about each other and the land they farmed. Island style. After the heavy work of clearing and planting, Pahoa hired hot young vegetarian girls. They ran around topless or sometimes naked. Got to love that natural girl tan. Cheap to feed the crew since the girls would not eat meat and pretty much everyone lived together, sleeping on the floor in the living room or camping out in a bus or trailer on one of Pahoa’s three properties. Anthony had scored a small cabin all to himself. He was officially here to do some remodeling so was worth more than the growers and trimmers. Not that he made more money he just got a private space. Pahoa kept plenty of beer around for them. He was the man and loved everyone knowing it. But the icy beer was appreciated. It was hot, dry and soon there would be smoke from the forest fires that burned this time of year. It would burn your eyes and throat so bad that cold beer was a medical necessity. Of course there was already plenty of smoke in the air here. Everyone got high all day. When it came time to trim they would still work half days, the girls all going topless and acting slutty, stoned. No homeschool mamas in this crowd. Of course the Cinderella story for these girls was winning the Big Man in the operation, the guy with the most money. The girls that got it flaunt it. They would keep the party going at the local bars in the evening. Some girls even came over from Europe to work the fields and do the trim. Anthony laughed thinking about it. And they were making something like two or three hundred cash a day. He was definitely going to write a script about his summer in the valley. People would love this life style. Living a dream. Looking up, Anthony kept watering as he watched the Sherriff parking outside the steel gate. Walking up the drive, the Sherriff watched Anthony. This guy looks like a model posing for a commercial for some kind of water hose or something. He could be in movies, the Sherriff thought. Great looking girls around here, all the cash attracted them, but you did not see guys who looked like this one. “Howzit going?” The Sherriff said, stopping when he was a few feet away from Anthony. Anthony answered the Sherriff while he kept watering the plants. “Hot.” “You got scripts for all these plants?” The Sherriff wandered over to a fence pole where Pahoa had posted the script and some Coop paper his attorney had drawn up. Anthony watched the Sherriff reading the official paperwork from Pahoa’s attorney and replied, “Owner does. I just work here.” The Sherriff turned from the post and looked at Anthony. “You got your script or your paper showing you are a caretaker for someone with a script? One that matches your ID?” Anthony stepped back away from the Sherriff and shut off the hose. “Hey I am just watering the plants.” The Sherriff stayed real cool. “Like I said, you got your 215 card?” Anthony also kept cool. “The owner’s got all the scripts, he says it is all legal.” Handing Anthony a business card, the Sherriff told him, “You tell the ‘owner’ to give me a call.” The Sherriff gave Anthony a long look then said, “So what you gonna do with all these plants?” “Owner says his dad died of cancer so he is gonna give it all away to cancer patients.” Sounded good to Anthony but the Sherriff did not look like he was going to tell Anthony what a great guy Pahoa was for doing it. “You can’t just give it away like that son. You better do a little more looking into your job. And tell that new owner to call me.” The Sherriff started to walk away then turned back towards Anthony. “So who’s idea was it to cut down the big tree that used to be up here?” “The owner said he needed more sun for the plants.” Anthony watched the Sherriff snort and walk away. He could hear the Sherriff’s voice on the wind as he started shaking his head. “Idiots.”
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