Coyote Blue Chapter 22

CHAPTER 22Sprinkling the Son of the Morning sense datumSanta Barbara later on(prenominal) almost xx dollar bill years as a salesman, surface-to-air missile found that when he was at sea his head filled with homilies that pertained to the profession. Win an argument, lose a sale. If you look hungry, you rifle on be. You cant sell if you dont pitch. There were hundreds of them. Hed been rails them through his mind for hours, nerve-racking to find rough clue as to what he should do. The matchless that kept returning was Never confuse motion with progress.To leave the house in search of C wholeiope with extinct a clue as to where she might be would be movement for the sake of movement. Progress would be rattling finding a clue to her where roughlys. He had no idea where to start looking for clues, so he lay on his bed and smoked, and tried to convince himself that he didnt want her.Shes probably found some other guy, he scene. Losing the kid is just an excuse, a cowardly Dea r John allowter. It was just a one-night stand and I refuse to let it hateful more to me than it meant to her. Ive got my life back, intact, and theres no room for a young girl and a child. no(prenominal)e. Ill rest up today and do back to work tomorrow. After I close a couple of deals, this week will just seem like a bad dream. It was a good rationalization. Unfortunately, he didnt believe a word of it he was worried intimately her.Sam closed his eyes and tried to imagine the pages of his ap bakshisment book. It was a visualization he use to relax, a salesmans version of counting sheep. He precept the days and weeks spread go forth in antecedent of him, and he filled in the blanks with lunches and prospects. By each of the names he made mental notes on how he would approach the pitch. Before long he was lost in a world of presentations and objections the understand of the girl faded aside.As he started to doze off he comprehend the sound of non-buoyant glimmering. He ro lled on his side and steamy hot hot pass over breath strike him in the face. He didnt dissonant his eyes. There was no need to. He knew prairie wolf had returned. Perhaps if he belie sleep the trickster would go a elan, so he lived there in the land of dog breath. A wet nose prodded his ear. At least he hoped it was a nose. With Coyotes sexual habits it could be. No, he inactive smelled the breath. It was the nose.Im asleep, go away. Im asleep, go away, he thought. Hed seen opossums try the same method to fool on flood tide semi trucks, and it was on the job(p) ab show up as well for him. He tangle the coyote climb onto the bed. Then he matte a paw on each of his shoulders. He groaned as he thought a adjustfully sleeping guy might groan. Coyote whimpered and Sam could feel the canine nose press against his own. clink breath, Sam mused, seems to throw away no distinction to it, yet it is distinctly dog breath. You could be at the eau de cologne counter at Bloomingdales, and someone could mist your wrist with an atomizer, and a single whiff would reveal the toughened scent to be dog breath as surely as if it had been squozen straight from the dog. Yet, what a massive spectrum of foulness dog breath can span, both(prenominal) in odor and humidity. This particular version of dog breath, he felt, is especially steamy, and carries a top note of stale cig arttes and coffee, as well as the habitual fetid meat and furtherthole smells found in more common dog breath. This, he thought, is supernatural dog breath. Im not likely to be breathed upon by another dog in my life duration that has latterly enjoyed a Marlboro over a cup of Java.Despite his effort to distract himself with dog breath aesthetics, Sams security depo amaze was wearable disclose and he thought he might sneeze or throw up any second. Coyote licked him on the mouth.Yuck Sam sat upright and wiped his mouth on his arm. Ack He shivered involuntarily and looked at the big coyote, who g rinned at him from the end of the bed. There was no need for that, Sam utter.Coyote whimpered and rolled over on his back in submission.Sam got up from the bed and grabbed his cigarettes from the nightstand. Why are you back? You said you were deceased for good.Coyote began to change into his human form. No longer afraid, Sam watched the conversion with fascination. In a some seconds Coyote sat on the bed in his dimmed buckskins wearing the coyote-skin headdress. Got a smoke? he asked.Sam move one out of the pack and lit it for the trickster. Sam took a small plastic quoin from his shirt pocket and held it out to Coyote. Breath mint?No.I insist, Sam said.Coyote took the box and shook out a mint, popped it in his mouth, and handed the box back to Sam. The girl is going to Las Vegas.I dont care. The lie tasted foul in his mouth.If she tries to take her child from the biker she will be hurt.Its not my problem. Besides, shell probably find another guy to help her out. Sam felt bo th righteous and cowardly for offering it. This role he was playing no longer fit. Quickly he added, I dont need the interrupt.In the buffalo days your people used to say that a married woman stolen and returned was twice the wife she had been.They arent my people and shes not my wife.You can be afraid, just dont act like it.What does that mean? Youre worse than Pokey with your fucking riddles.You lost Pokey. You lost your family. You lost your name. All you have left is your fear, whiteness man. Coyote flipped his cigarette at Sam. It hit him in the chest and hot ashes showered on the bed.Sam patted out the embers and brushed himself off. I didnt ask for you to come here. I dont owe the girl anything. But he did owe her. He wasnt sure what for yet, except that she had glow something turn in him. Why couldnt he cut loose the habit of fear?Coyote went to the bedroom window and stared out. Without turning he said, Do you make love nearly the Crows who scouted for General Custer? Sam didnt answer.When they told Custer that ten thousand Lakota and Cheyenne warriors were waiting for him at the Little Bighorn he called them liars and rode on. The Crow scouts didnt owe Custer anything, only they painted their faces dreary and said, Today is a good day to die. The point? Sam bristled.The point is that you will never know what they knew that courage is its own reward.Sam sat follow out on the edge of the bed and stared at Coyotes back. The red feathers across the buckskin shirt seemed to move on the black surface of Coyotes shirt. Sam wondered if he might not be faint-headed from prolonged dog breath inhalation, but then(prenominal) the feathers drew a scene, and in a whirl of images and feathers, Sam was back on the reservation again.There were three of them boys hiding in the sagebrush by the road that led into the Custer force field National Monument. Two were Crow, one Cheyenne. They were there on a dare that had started in ninth-grade gym class. The largest boy, the Cheyenne, was from the garbled Tooth family descendants of a warrior who fought with Crazy Horse and Red Cloud on this very land.You going to do it? said Eli Broken Tooth. Or are you full of shit like all Crows?I said Id do it, bullshit said. But Im not going to be stupid about it.What about you, traverse? Eli asked t break outcheon Two Irons. You a chickenshit? Broken Tooth had been taunting billy about his mixed blood for the hale school year and citing his own pure Indian lineage. The fact was that in buffalo days the death rate rate had been so high for young plains warriors that a woman might have three or four husbands in her lifetime, and have children by them all. Sometimes one of the husbands was a white man, yet since they all traced their kinship through their mothers line, the white ancestor could easily be forgotten.Billy said, Ill bet you got a few whiteys in your wigwam you dont even know about, Broken Dick. cop laughed and the others shushed him. The security sentry duty was making a pass by the monuments high wrought-iron ingress. They ducked their heads. A flashlight beam passed over them, paused, and moved on as the carry turned to walk up the hill toward the Custer burial site.You going to do it? Eli asked.Once hes past the backbreaking he has to go check on the Reno site. Hell take the jeep for that. When we go through the jeep, well go.Sure you will, said Eli.You coming? bullshit asked. He was more than a little afraid. The monument was federal land, and this was a time when an Indian causing trouble on federal land was something the government was going to great lengths to discourage after the Alcatraz takeover and the killings at Pine Ridge.I dont have to go, Broken Tooth said. My people put him there. Ill just sit here and twist up a doobie while you girls do your thing. He grinned.The gate will be the bitch, Billy said. They looked at the fifteen-foot iron spears suspended between deuce stone pillars. T here were only two cross members they could use as footholds.They watched the guard amble the hundred yards take down in the mouth the hill to the visitor center. When they heard the jeep displace up, papal bull and Billy took off. They hit the gate at the same time. The gate swung with the dissemble and clanged against the arranges and padlock that held it closed. They scrambled up the bars, then hung over spearpoints and dropped to the asphalt. As they let go the chain sent a loud clang ringing down the valley. They both landed on their butts.Samson looked to Billy. You okay?Billy jumped to his feet and dusted off his jeans. How come the Indians in the movies can do this shit in accomplished stealth?Vocational training, Samson said. He started running up the hill toward the monument. Billy followed.Snake ahead, Samson said as he ran.What?Snake, Sam repeated breathlessly. He leapt into the air over the big diamondback rattler that was lying in the road, warming itself on th e asphalt. Billy saw the snake in time to pull up and slide on some loose gravel within striking distance.When he heard Billys shoes sliding he stopped and turned.Billy said, You were saying Snake, right?Back away and go around, Billy. Samson was so out of breath he could hardly talk. The rattler coiled.I thought you were saying Steak. I was wondering, Why is he yelling Steak at me?Back away and go around.Snake. Well, I guess this explains it. Billy backed slowly away, then once out of striking distance ran a wide arc around the snake and up the hill.Samson fell in beside him. The monument was be quiet a hundred yards away. Pace yourself, he said.Did you say Snake again? Billy said between heaves. quite a than answer, Samson fell into a trot.The monument was a twenty-foot granite obelisk set on a ten-foot ignorant at the top of a hill that overlooked the entire Little Bighorn basin.Lets do it, Samson said, heaving in breaths. The hill had been longer and steeper than hed thought .Billy unzipped his pants and stood beside Samson, who had already bared his weapon. You know, Billy said, it would have been easier to gang up on Eli and beat the shit out of him.I think I hear the jeep coming back, Samson said. A long yellow stream arced out of Billy and splashed the side of the monument. Then you better get going. Samson strained. I cant.Billy grunted, trying to force his pissing to run faster. Go, man. Thats headlights.I cant.Billy finished and zipped up, then turned to face Samson. reckon rivers, think waterfalls.It wont come.Come on, Samson. Hes coming. Relax.Relax? How can-Okay, relax in a hurry.Samson rideed until his eyes bugged. He felt a trickle, then a stream coming.Push it, Samson. Hes coming. Billy began to back down the hill. Push it, man.The jeeps headlights broke over the hill and descended toward the monument. Duck Billy said.Samson squatted by the base of the monument and managed to stream urine down both pant legs before he got himself reaime d. Billy dove for cover next to Samson.Did you say Duck? Samson whispered.Shut up, Billy snapped.Despite his fear, the adrenaline had made Samson giddy. He grinned at Billy. I thought you were saying Truck, which would have made more sense, but-Would you shut up? Billy risked a glisten at the road. The jeep was coming toward them, rather than returning to the visitor center where it had started. As the jeep approached the monument, they worked their way around its base, keeping the obelisk between themselves and the guard. He wont stop, will he? Billy said.Samson could hear the jeep slowing as it passed the monument on the other side of them, not twenty feet away. They held their stoop until the jeep descended the hill and stopped halfway to the gate.He sees footprints, Billy said.On asphalt?He saw us. Im going to end up in jail like my brother.No, look, its the fucking snake. Hes waiting for it to get out of the road.Indeed, the guard was inching the jeep forward slowly enough fo r the rattler to slither off into the grass. When the snake was gone the jeep revved up and continued down the hill, by the iron gate, and back around to the back of the visitor center.Lets go, Billy said. They ran down the road, Samson almost falling while trying to zip his pants and run at the same time. As they reached the gate Samson grabbed Billys shoulder and pulled him back.What the fuck? Billy said. Samson pointed to the chain. Billy nodded in understanding. The clanging.Samson went to the center of the gate and grasped it. Go, he said. When you get over, hold it for me.Without hesitation Billy leapt to the gate and climbed over, sliding down the opposite side instead of dropping as before. He held the gate and Samson started over.As Samson reached the top of the gate and was working his feet between the spearpoints, he heard Elis laughing from down the road and he looked up. A second later he heard a metal fire door slam at the visitor center. The quick turn took his balanc e and he tried to jump, but one of the spearpoints caught his jeans leg and he was slammed upside down into the gate. Billy held the chain, but there was a frighten away clank as Samsons forehead hit the bars.It took Samson a second to realize that he was chill out hanging from the gate, his head still eight feet off the ground. Unhook your leg, Billy said. Ill catch you.In this localize Samson was facing the visitor center. He could see some lights going on inside. He struggled to push himself up on the bar, but the spearpoint was barbed. I cant get it.Shit, Billy said. He held the gate with one hand and drew a flick knife from his back pocket with the other. Ill come up and cut you down.No, dont let go of the gate, Samson said.Fuck it, Billy said. He let go of the gate and it clanged with Samsons baseball swing weight. Billy jumped on the bars and as he climbed Samson could hear the fire door open and slam again, then footsteps. Billy stood at the top of the stone pillar and p ut the knife to Samsons pant leg. When I cut, keep hold of the bars.Billy pulled the knife blade through the denim and Samson flipped over and slammed the bars again, this time right side up. The gate clanged again. Samson heard the jeep starting and saw the beams of the headlights come out from behind the visitor center. He looked to Billy. JumpBilly leapt from the fifteen-foot pillar. As he hit the pavement he yowled and crumpled. My ankle.Samson looked to the visitor center, where the jeep was pulling out. He grabbed Billy under the armpits and dragged him down into the ditch. They waited, breathlessly, as the jeep stopped and the guard, gun drawn, checked the lock and chain once again.After the guard left they crawled down the ditch toward Eli. When he came into view, Samson helped Billy to his feet and supported him while he limped up to the big Cheyenne, who was taking a deep hit on a joint.Want a hit? he croaked, holding the joint out to Billy.Billy took the joint, sat down i n the grass, and took a hit.Eli let out a cloud of smoke and laughed. That was the funniest fucking thing Ive ever seen in my life. Then he spotted the wet streaks on Samsons pants. What happened, Hunts Alone? I thought you were going to piss on Custers grave. You get so scared you wet yourself? He threw back his head to laugh and Samson wound up and tagged him on the jaw with a vicious roundhouse punch. Eli dropped to the ground and didnt move. Samson looked at his damaged fist, then at Eli, then at Billy Two Irons. He grinned.Billy said, You couldnt have done that twenty minutes ago and saved us all this trouble, could you?Youre right, Samson said. I couldnt have done that twenty minutes ago. Lets get out of here before he comes to.Samson helped Billy to his feet, then out of the ditch onto the road. As they headed toward Crow Agency it seemed to get darker as they walked, then darker still, until there was no light at all and Sam was in his bedroom staring at the back of a black buckskin shirt trimmed with red woodpecker feathers.It was a stupid thing to do, Sam said.It was brave, Coyote said. It would have been stupid if you had failed.We found out later that Custer wasnt even buried there. His body was taken to West Point, so it was all for nothing.And what about the night on the dam? Was that all for nothing?How do you know about that?Coyote turned and stared at Sam with his arms crossed, his golden eyes shining with delight.That was nothing but trouble, Sam said finally.Would you do it again?Yes, Sam said without thinking.And the girl is nothing but trouble? Coyote said.Sam heard the words echoing in his mind. Going after the girl was the right thing to do. After all the years of doing the safe thing, it was time to do the right thing. He said, You truly piss me off sometimes, you know that?Anger is the gods way of letting you know you are alive.Sam got up and stood face-to-face with the trickster, trying to read something in his eyes. He moved forward until their noses almost touched. All you know is that shes going to Las Vegas? No address or anything?Not so far. But if she misses them there, the biker is going on to southwest Dakota. Shell follow. Ill tell you the rest on the way.I dont suppose you could change into a Learjet or something practical.Coyote shook his head. Just living things animals, bugs, rocks.Sam reached into his shirt pocket, pulled out the box of breath mints, and handed them to Coyote. The trickster embossed his eyebrows in query.Sam said, Eat those. I cant handle dog breath through an eight-hour drive.