Now Jerry's grandfather had been a moonshiner who had got sick and tired of having the G Men
fire their Browning Automatic Rifles at him as he tried to deliver the latest illegal shipment
of whiskey during the Prohibition.
So he had got a loan from a shadowy figure called
the Maggot and bought a 1925 Barracuda biplane .He'd had the things giant brass Aero engine strengthened and souped
up,and he'd installed a larger space in the fuselage to hold the elicit booze.
The previous owner,a chinese man dealing in the opium trade
had painted the thing white with a coiling black oriental dragon on either
side and gramps had retained that artwork
using the Black Dragon to deliver his product.
Prohibition ended,gramps died and the Black Dragon had been used for normal uses
by Jerry's father,who'd taught his son how to
pilot the Black Dragon.
Everything had seemed normal in Jerry's life till a few months earlier,when he'd heard his Louise Scarlett sobbing
late one night.
He'd tiptoed down the stairs from his bedroom
and listened as his parents whispered.
His dad was in serious trouble.He'd borrowed from a shadowy crimeland figure
called the Maggot,and because his dad had been unable to repay the loan,the Maggot was forcing his
mother and dad to
act as mules for the latest in
marijuana/reefers.
Once the Maggot got his claws into you,there
was no escape.