Alex and Joey: The Lost Weekend
Part 13--Sunday, 9 a.m. Pacific time
San Francisco, California and Great Falls, Montana . . .
Harvey Pendergast, Esq., hated working on Sunday, especially when he hadn’t caught enough fish on Saturday. But he had not become the most feared divorce and custody lawyer in Montana by spending weekends sitting on his ass. Regardless of the scolding he gave Drew on the telephone earlier in the morning, Harve enjoyed a challenging case. The bizarre turn the Jackson adoption had taken guaranteed not only that Harve would have to employ all of his talented legal skills, but also that he’d be billing a couple dozen more hours against Drew’s generous retainer. Harve didn’t work cheaply.
Harve’s ace in the hole was Judge Jackson W. Maynard III, himself an institution in the state’s legal community. Judge Maynard was a sixth-generation Montanan, the descendant of the little-known southern diaspora that saw defeated Confederate veterans of the Civil War head northwest for a fresh start in big sky country during the second half of the nineteenth century. Judge Maynard’s progenitors had become wealthy in the cattle industry, but when Jackson drew the unfortunate lot of being a younger son of a rancher who refused to divide his bodacious spread between his two sons, young Jack headed off to law school at prestigious UC-Hastings in San Francisco.
His choice of law schools had been influenced by more than Hastings’ sterling reputation for turning out high-powered barristers, and the fact that Jack’s older brother would inherit the ranch. Young Jack’s unconventional sexual impulses made him yearn for California’s freewheeling lifestyle.
During the weekdays, Judge Jackson Maynard played it straight. He presided over Superior Court in Great Falls, where he developed a reputation as a tough-on-crime jurist and a fair arbiter of civil disputes. Likewise, on alternate weekends, the widower either hunted elk in the mountains or dabbled in conservative Montana Republican Party politics, where he was a state party boss and rumored future candidate for Congress--that is, if the next GOP president didn’t appoint him to the federal bench instead.
On the other two weekends of the month, however, under the guise of attending out-of-state legal conferences or political meetings, Jackson Maynard III flew to the San Francisco Bay Area, often by a circuitous route to avoid detection, where he was a mainstay in the gay leather community.