Its managing member on paper is a man named Frank Orton. Frank Orton is 68 years old, semi-retired, and has not made a single decision regarding that company in 9 years. He paused because every operational decision has been made by Randall Eugene Puit, Pulk County Commissioner, whose name appears nowhere in the company's public filings. Razerback turned the laptop so the screen faced the others in the room. Timber harvesting rights, 3,200 acres of Witta National Forest land.
Total assessed value, $2,847,000. Annual operational revenue from combined timber extraction. And he paused at the next item, transit corridor access fees, $412,000. A brother named Crowbar, 68 years old, founding chapter member, a man who had attended every chapter president's inauguration since 1978, looked up from his coffee cup. Transit corridor access fees, he repeated.
To whom? AR Mobile Detailing. Razerback said, $87,000 per year, six consecutive years. AR Mobile Detailing has no physical location, no employees on record, and no vehicles licensed in its name in the state of Arkansas. He looked around the room.
It is a front business registered to a serpent riders affiliate. The room was quiet. Copperhead reached across the table and placed a folder in front of Tombstone. This is the part that matters, he said. The folder contained three documents.
The first was a land transfer approval signed by Randall Puit routing the full $2,847,000 in timber assets to OACA Green Partners LLC via a county commissioner's developmental approval that bypassed standard review. Signed 9 years ago, the ink was slightly faded. The county seal was clear. The second was six years of wire transfer records from a county development grant account. Each one in the amount of $87,000, each one made payable to AR Mobile Detailing on the first business day of each fiscal year.
The third was a printout from a burner phone number trace that Razerback had run through a contact Copperhead would not name in present company. The number had been active for 22 months. It had placed 47 calls to a number registered to the Serpent Riders regional logistics coordinator. It had sent three text messages in the past 6 weeks. The most recent sent 14 days before the attack on Ironside read, "The biker has photos.
Handle it before the 15th. Same as Denny. Tombstone read it twice. Set the paper down. Same as Denny, he said.
Copperhead nodded. I pulled the incident report on Dennis Carver, 47 years old. Found in the OACA Western section, Forest Service Road 38A, October 2022. Cause of death, hypothermia, and exposure. Responding deputy Wade Corbin.
The name sat in the air like something with weight. "Same deputy who cleared Ironside's scene on Friday evening," Tombstone said. "Same deputy, same forest road, same ruling. " Copperhead paused. Denny Carver co-founded Achita Green Partners LLC with Puit in 2015. In 2022, according to his wife, he told her he was going to expose what Puit was doing with the county land.
Another pause. He disappeared 3 weeks later. His body was found 4 days after that. His home office had been cleaned of all personal files between the time of death and the time of discovery. Razerback cleared his throat.
There was a business partner life insurance policy on Dennis Carver taken out 4 months before his death. He turned the laptop screen again. It paid out $163,000 to Wait Green Partners LLC. Puit was the sole managing beneficiary. Nobody spoke.
The refrigerator hummed. Somewhere outside a motorcycle idled and cut off. And every man in that garage understood without saying it out loud that they weren't just trying to get justice for Ironside. They were trying to stop something that had already killed once before. And they had the proof.
The confrontation with Randall Puit did not look like a confrontation. That was the point. Tombstone sent Copperhead and two others to Puit's home at 8:15 a.m. Sunday, while the main formation was still moving through downtown, visible and deliberate, drawing every eye in Mina to Route 71. Puit's home on Crestwood Drive was on the western edge of town, a four-bedroom colonial with American flags on both porch columns and a bass boat parked under a tarp in the sideyard.
When the three brothers knocked, Puit answered the door in reading glasses and a pressed button-down shirt, holding a mug of coffee, looking exactly like a man who had been awake for hours and had spent them preparing. He had been expecting law enforcement. He had not been expecting this. For exactly one second, his face changed. One second.
The mask slipping before the training took over and the warmth came back up. Practiced and immediate. Gentlemen, he said the warm baritone, shoulders dropping to relaxed, hands opening, palms up, a short, self-deprecating laugh designed to create instant rapport. I have to say, this is well, this is not the Sunday morning I was planning. He leaned against the door frame.
I've already spoken with my attorney about everything that happened in the forest this weekend. I understand there are concerns. I want you to know I share them. This community means everything to me. 11 seasons as little league umpire, I've watched these kids grow up.
Whatever those serpent riders did out there, that's not something I had any part in, and I can prove that. Copperhead let him finish. Then he asked one question. Mr. Puit, the text message sent from your burner phone 14 days ago referred to Dennis Carver as Denny.
You and Dennis Carver were business partners for 7 years. A pause. How did Dennis Carver die? The warmth went out of Puit's face. Not all at once.
Like a light on a dimmer. One second. And one second was enough. He recovered quickly. The next move was the legal threat delivered with the precision of a man who had prepared it.
I'm going to tell you something clearly, Puit said. The baritone now cool and deliberate. You are on my private property without invitation. That is trespass. If you have documents you believe are relevant to something, you bring them to law enforcement.
What you're doing right now, whatever you think it accomplishes, exposes your organization to more litigation than your charter is worth. He reached into his shirt pocket. I have a relationship with the county sheriff that goes back 15 years. One call ends this. Copperhead looked at him, did not flinch, did not look at his brothers, did not shift his weight.