Desperation Reef

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He and Mahina watch the ash-caked screen as Brock’s posts are slowly, one-at-a-time delivered.

On their way back up the highway to the evacuation center they stop at a checkpoint, where a hefty, bearded man in a black Right Fight T-shirt, a matching trucker’s hat, and an AR-15 slung over his shoulder comes to Brock’s window.

Brock knows him: Kasper Aamon — former Laguna Beach High School jock, former member in Brock’s grandfather’s Hillview Chapel, founder of Right Fight — a group of violent, anti-immigrant haters masquerading as conservatives. They’ve been having an extended, online, obscenity-ridden “debate” lately, Kasper claiming that Brock’s church was a “godless slum/front for a devil-worshipping surfer and a tax-dodging tech billionaire.”

Brock can’t reconcile Kasper, the skinny, ectomorphic high school football player who always seemed so focused on his game, with this hate-fueled thug he is now. Can’t quite believe that his body size and type have evolved so dramatically. Pastor Mike told Brock years ago that his prodigal black sheep Kasper would return to his fold someday. Because people can change. And they do.

Of course, both Brock’s and Aamon’s followers flooded the message chains, accelerating the heated arguments. There’s so much shit flying Brock can’t even keep up with it. Mahina has taken over most of the postings as well as getting out the weekly Breath of Life videos of Brock’s rambling, sometimes hours-long sermons, which he calls “rants.”

Aamon shines a flashlight into Brock’s weary eyes. Brock rolls down his window to a blast of hot wind. There’s a big white Tahoe with an after-market light bar squatting partially across both lanes of the highway, bringing drivers to a stop.

“I heard you heathens would be up here, agitating,” he says.

“Glad you’re following us, Kasper,” says Brock. “Man, that’s one fucked-up hat you have on.”

With a quick glance, Brock sees Mahina with her phone up, taking pictures of the man.

“Hey, wahine, why don’t you put that camera down?” Kasper Aamon chortles then breaks into a smile. “Yo, fighters! Look what came up in the net. Weird Brock Stonebreaker, our favorite preacher!”

Brock sees other Right Fighters approaching his van in the smoky darkness. There’s one at Mahina’s window now, eyes curiously wide, his light beam refracting through the glass. A woman behind him. Two more men join the first guy, and in the sideview mirror Brock sees another woman stopping to read the Go Dogs emblem and steadying herself against the wind. All variously armed, all wearing black Right Fight T-shirts with blue stars and red stripes, and the trucker hats that make their heads look huge.

Aamon gives Brock a sidelong stare. “The man with the church who doesn’t even believe in God.”

“Not in past gods, Aamon. But they’ve got a new one out now. We call it the Breath of Life. I’ve explained this to you before.”

“We’ve made it simple,” says Mahina. “The Breath of Life is a god.”

“’Zat right? Then what’s this new god stand for?”

“Life,” says Brock.

Aamon looks puzzled and affronted at the same time. “Ain’t that kind of circular? Can’t you be more specific?”

“Look around you.”

Aamon shakes his head. “What horseshit. Out of the vehicle, you little demon,” he says.

“Nope.”

“What’s inside?” Aamon asks, shifting the flashlight from Brock’s face to the back of the van.

“Provisions for the fire victims.”

“They turned us away at the evacuation center because we’re armed. We carry open, which, as you might know, is now legal in most parts of California.”

“We leave our guns in our cars,” says Brock. “So we can get people food and water and shelter. Help them, instead of just strutting around, playing Army man, like you fools. What good are you really doing?”

“I’m going to ask you, again, to step out of the vehicle.”

“Same answer.”