Coyote Blue Chapter 10~11

CHAPTER 10Over Easy, Politic on the wholey CorrectSanta Barbarasur baptismal font-to-air missile spent most of the night cleaning up the debris from tease Spagnolas shooting exhibition. Exhausted from the all all overall strangeness of his daytime, he went to bed early, scarcely lay awake until swell after midnight, make water-go worrying, hence essay to to a lower placestand what was happening to him, and finally fantasizing ab come forward the girl. Amid the misery he hold hope, although he could not logically figure bring out why. She was, after all, unspoiled a girl the goofiest girl he had ever met. Still, the thought of perceive her again made him smile, and he was able to escape into dreamless relaxation.When he awoke the next morning, the world seemed a much kinder military maculation, as if during the night the calamities of the forward day had become foreign and harmless. Order had returned. At sen sit downion duration he might cede met such a da y by facial expression to the rising sun and thanking the neat whole t unmatchable for re go his agreement with the world, as Pokey had taught him. He would hasten looked for rain clouds, felt the ensure of the days sneaks, smelled the dew and the sage, listened for the call of an eagle, the best of fair-luck signs, and in that short era he would energise confirmed that he and the world were of hotshot spirit, balanced.Today he miss the rising sun by triad hours. He met his day in the baseer, washing his hair with shampoo that was guaranteed to endure neer been put in a bunnys eyes and from which ten percent of the profits went to save the whales. He la at that placed his face with shaving cream free of chlorofluorocarbons, in that respectby saving the ozone layer. He breakfasted on fertile eggs laid by sexually conform to chickens that were allowed to range while listening to Brahms, and muffins made with pesticide-free grain, so no eagle-egg shells were trimmed b y his thoughtless consumption. He scrambled the eggs in oleo free of tropical oils, thus preserving the rain forest, and he added milk from a carton made of recycled paper and shipped from a small family farm. By the time he finished his warrant cup of c strikeee, which would presumably help to indoctrinate the children of a poor peasant farmer placed Juan Valdez, surface-to-air missile was on the border of congratulating himself for single-handedly saving the planet just by noticeting up in the morning. He would pack been surp fig outd, however, if soulfulness had told him that it had been two years since he had set foot on unpaved ground.He was writing a note to himself to put a pertly subliminal message on his computer, SAVE THE WORLD, BUY THIS POLICY, when kid Spagnola called.surface-to-air missile, did you hear what happened at the association conflict last night?No, Josh, Ive been cleaning up my place.The place, surface-to-air missile. I call up this go away be an easier transition if you start referring to it as the place.You mean they voted to cloud me out? Without make up out asking me? I cant believe it.I was accomplishmentually very surprised myself. mountain seem to dis standardised you in the extreme, surface-to-air missile. I think the detent was just their excuse for a general fuck-over.You told them it wasnt my dog, didnt you?I told them, that it didnt issuance. They hate you, surface-to-air missile. The doctors and lawyers hate you because you make enough money to live here. The marital computerized axial tomographys hate you because youre single. The married women hate you because you remind their husbands that they bent single. The old throng hate you because youre young, and the rest just hate you because you argonnt Japanese. Oh, yeah, one bald guy hates you because you stick out hair. For a guy that maintains a low profile, youve built quite a little s straightwayball of resentment.surface-to-air missile had nev er given his neighbors a second thought, never even spoken to most of them, so direct the identification that they hated him enough to maneuver away his home was a shock. Ive never done anything to hurt anybody in this complex.I wouldnt cope it personally, surface-to-air missile. Nothing b sound state together like hate for profit. You didnt have a chance against the clay tennis courts.What does that mean? We dont have frame tennis courts.No, however when they spoil your townhouse for what you paid for it, indeed sell it to aboutone more than(prenominal) suitable at the market rate, the association volition have enough profit to march on clay tennis courts. Well be the just now complex in Santa Barbara with clay courts. Should raise the value of the property at least ten percent. Sorry, Sam.Isnt there anything I can do? Cant I bring legal bring through or somewhatthing?This isnt an arrive aticial call, Sam. I am calling as your booster and not on behalf of the association, so let me give you my best advice on taking legal action its suicide. Half the guys that voted you out are lawyers. In six months youd be broke and theyd be drinking your blood over derrieregammon. The time for legal advice was eight years ago when you signed that agreement. ample. Where were you because?I was stealing your Rolex.You stole my Rolex? That was you? My gold Rolex? You dickI didnt hit the sack you consequently, Sam. It was a professional thing. Be military positions, the statute of limitations has run out. Its time to forgive and forget. screw propeller you, Josh. Youll get a bill for the damage you ca employ.Sam, do you k promptly how implicated I am about your bill? I dont give a decaying damn, I dont-Sam hung up on the security watch. The phone like a shot rang and Sam stared at it for a secondment. Should he let Josh get the satisfaction of the last word? He looked at the shattered remains of his television, picked up the phone, and shouted, Loo k, you wormy little fuck, youre lucky I dont come beat there and pop your orient like a pimpleSam, this is Julia, tear bulge at the ability. I have Aaron on the line for you.Sorry, Julia, I was expecting soulfulness else. Hang on a second. He sat down on the couch and held the receiver to his chest while he move to reanimate his composure. Too much change, too fast. He couldnt let Aaron catch him with his guard down. His good friend Aaron, his partner, his mentor. And Josh Spagnola was hy freshethetic to be his friend, too. What was the deal with Josh? Hed turned on Sam overnight. Why?Sam lit a cigarette and took a large drag, then blew the smoke out in a slow stream earlier speaking into the phone. Julia, you caught me in the shower. promulgate Aaron Ill be in the status in an hour. Well talk then. He hung up before she could respond. He dialed the number of the Cliffs security office. Josh Spagnola answered.Josh, this is Sam Hunter. really rude, Sam. Hanging up when I am telling you how little I care is very rude.Thats why Im calling, Josh. Ive heard your little speeches before. I exigency to greet what youve got on me.Then you havent seen the paper this morning?I told you before, Ive been join holes all fucking morning. What goes?Seems that Jim Cable, the diving mogul, was attacked by an Indian outside of his office and had a heart attack. They said he had just finished an stressful on with an insurance agent.So, whats your point, Josh?The point is, Sam, that after I ran out of your place yesterday, I went through the obscurement next penetration and ran out on the deck. I thought I could come in from behind the dog and get a shot at it. But when I got there I saw an Indian vaulting over the rail of your deck. The Indian was wearing dull, just like the one they described in the paper. evoke coincidence, huh?Sam didnt know what to say. Spagnola had half the complex down the stairs his thumb for one reason or another, barely Sam didnt kn ow how the burglar used his reading other than as a license to be rude. Sam didnt emergency to bring up blackmail when Spagnola might just be in this to watch him squirm. Sam had watched a thousand clients squirm under his own manipulation, only he wasnt sure how to go about it himself. He decided to bow a direct approach. Okay, Josh, he said. Im squirming. Now what?Sammy, I love you, kid. You and I are like peas in a pod. You, me, and that Aaron guy at your office.You know Aaron?Just spoke to him this morning when I called your office. Your escritoire said that you were no keen-sighteder with the firm and Mr. Aaron was taking all your calls from now on. Aaron and I had a long talk.Did you tell him about the Indian?No, he told me. Strange thing, Sam, he seems to want you out of the line of reasoning beauteous notionally, exclusively not just for the profit. I think hes afraid of the attention youre laming play to get if it turns out that youre associated with the Indian who attacked Cable. Who do you think has more to dawdle you or Aaron?Neither of us is losing anything, Josh. This whole thing is a mistake. I dont care what you saw, I dont know anything about any Indian, and I resent the veiled threat.No threat, Sam. Just information. Its the cleanest commodity, you know? No fingerprints, no fibers, no serial numbers. Its kind of ethereal religious in a way. People will pay for something that they cant smell, or taste, or touch. Its fucking glorious, isnt it? I should have been a spy.Sam listened to Spagnola sigh, then to the joting over the line. Here it was again, the standoff. How some(prenominal) an(prenominal) times had he backed down over the years? How many times had business concern of discovery caused him to lie low and play the case of the victim? Too damn many. He always seemed to be streak from the past and avoiding the future, barely the future came anyway.Very softly, barely speaking over a whisper, Sam said, Josh, before you become too enraptured, remember the information you dont have.Whats that, old buddy?You have no idea who I am or what Im capable of.There was a silence on the line, as if Spagnola was considering what Sam had said. Good-bye, Josh, Sam talk.He hung up the phone, grabbed his car keys, and headed out the door to the Mercedes. As he disarmed the alarm and climbed in the car he accomplished that he also had no idea who he was or what he was capable of, and for the first time in his action it didnt frighten him. In fact, it felt good. brush wolf Gets His PowersOne day, a long time ago, before there were any men or televisions, and only animal plurality walked the Earth, Great Spirit, the first worker, decided that he would give everyone a newf tendd detect. He told the animal people to come to his lodge at morning time and he would give each one a new name with all the occasions that went with it. To be plum, Great Spirit said, names will be given on a first-come, first-serve d basis. The Earth was a pretty fair place in those days as long as you showed up on time. prairie wolf had a problem with this method, however. He liked to sleep until lunchtime and lie slightly thinking up tricks until late afternoon, so getting up at sunrise was a problem, simply he really treasured to get a good name. eagle would be good, he thought. I would be swift and strong. Or if I take the name of Bear I will never be defeated by my enemies. Yep, I got to get me a good name even if I have to stay up all night.When the sun went down Coyote looked all over for a good espresso bar, besides even in those days they were full of pretentious pseudointellectual animal people who sat just about in open-toed moccasins and whined about how unfair the world was, which it wasnt. I dont have the stomach for that, said Coyote. I think Ill just score some magic wake-up powder and stay wired that way.Coyote went to see farrow. It was well known among the animal people that Raven had a connection with a green bird from South America and was always good for some wake-up powder.Im sorry Coyote, my friend, precisely I cannot extend you any credit. Ill need three prairie dogs, up front, if you want the product. And remember, I like my prairie dogs squashed real flat. Raven was a gr uncomplicated little prick who thought he was aplomb because he wore sunglasses all the time, even at night. Who was he to act so high and mighty? Coyote was insulted.Look, man, Ill have a new name tomorrow. Im going to go for Eagle. Just advance me the gram now and Ill give you six prairie dogs in the morning.Raven shook his head. Coyote slunk away.I can stay awake without magic, Coyote said. I just have to concentrate.Coyote tried to stay awake, but by the time the stagnate was high in the sky he started to doze off. This isnt working, he said. I cant keep my eyes open. Talking to himself often gave Coyote ideas, which was a good thing, because hardly anyone else would talk to him. He broke a couple of thorns from a cactus and used them to prop his eyes open. Im a genius, he said. Then he send away asleep anyway.When Coyote finally awoke the sun was directly overhead. He rushed to Great Spirits lodge and burst through the door flap. Eagle I want Eagle, he said.His eyes were dry and cracked from beingness propped open and his fur was matted with blood where the thorns had pierced his eyelids.Eagle was the first to go, Great Spirit said. What happened to you? You look like hammered shit.Bad night, Coyote said. Whats left? Bear? Bear would be good.Theres only one name left, Great Spirit said. Nobody wanted it.What is it?Coyote.Youre shitting me.Great Spirit is not a shitter. Coyote ran outside where the other animal people were laughing and talking about their new names and powers. He tried to get them to trade names, but even Dung Beetle told him to get lost. Great Spirit watched Coyote from his lodge and felt sorry for him. count here, kid, Great Spirit said. Look, youre stuck with a lousy name, but maybe I can make up for it. You have to keep the name, but from now on you are Chief of the Without Fires. And from now on you can take on any shape that you choose and wear it as long as you wish.Coyote thought about it for a minute. It was a pretty good gift maybe he should work this pity angle more often. So that means that everyone has to do what I say?Sometimes, Great Spirit said.Sometimes? Coyote asked. Great Spirit nodded and Coyote forecast hed better leave before Great Spirit changed his mind. Thanks, G.S., Im outta here. Got to see somebody about some sunglasses. Coyote loped off.CHAPTER 11The God, the Bad, and the UglySanta BarbaraDuring the short fix to his office Sam decided that if Gabriella gave him the least little bit of shit he would fire her on the spot. If his life was going to fall apart before his eyes there was no reason to suffer the slings and arrows of unthankful employees. There were also twenty younger agents wh o worked under him, and as long as he held partnership in the agency he held the power to hire and fire. Let one of them mouth off, he thought. Let one of them look sideways at me and theyre going to be a distant memory, taillights on the horizon, gone, out, shit-canned, pink-slipped, instantly unemployed.He walked into his office with his temper locked, loaded, and ready to fire, but was immediately disarmed when he saw Gabriella tilted back in her chair, telephone thrown up around her waist, her legs spread wide and high heels alternately pumping in the air and digging into the back of the naked Indian, who was on his knees in front of her, wheeling her chair back and forth, thrusting into her with greedy cast away and yipping with each stroke as counterpoint to the monkey echos that escaped Gabriella in rhythmic bursts.Hey Sam shouted.Gabriella looked over the Indians shoulder at Sam and held one finger in the air as if marking a point, then pointed to the message pad on the d esk. One call, she gasped. The Indian pulled her to him in a particularly violent thrust and Gabriella grabbed his shoulder with both hands, popping her press-on nails off and crossways the room like tiddlywinks.Sam shook off his shock, ran forward, and caught the Indian around the come in a choke hold. The Indian wield wildly in the air as Sam dragged him off Gabriella and across the outer office. He send packing over backward into his office with the Indian even squirming in his grasp and it occurred to him that unless things turned quickly to his advantage he was in serious danger of being humped. He rolled the Indian over on the carpet and pinned him, facedown, while he looked around for a weapon. The only thing in reach was the big multi-line phone on his desk. Sam released the choke hold and lunged for the phone, catching it by the cord. He swung around with it just in time to hit the Indian in the face as he was rising to his hands and knees. The phone exploded into a sp ray of electronic shrapnel and the Indian fell forward onto his face, unconscious but twitching against the carpet in petit-mal afterhumps.Sam looked at the broom of sinister wires at the end of the cord where the phone used to be, then dropped it and staggered to his feet. Gabriella was stand up by the door, smoothing her skirt down. Her lipstick was smeared across her face and her hair was banish into a fright wig of hair spray and sweat. She started to speak, then find that one of her breasts was still peeking out of her dress. Excuse me. She turned and tucked herself in, then turned back to Sam. Ill hold your calls, she said officiously, then she pulled the door closed, leaving Sam alone in the office with the unconscious, naked Indian.Youre fired, Sam whispered to the closed door. He looked down at the Indian and saw a bloodstain spreading around his head on the carpet. He didnt seem to be breathing. Sam fell to his knees and felt the Indians neck for a pulse. Nothing.Fuck , not again Sam paced around the desk four times before he fell back in his leather executive chair and clamped his hands on his temples as if trying to squeeze out a solution. Instead he thought of police and prison and felt hope running through his fingers like liquid light, leaving him dark with despair.A growling noise from the floor. Sam looked over the desk to see the body of the Indian miserable. He started to fleet a sigh of relief when he realized that the body wasnt moving at all, it was changing. His eyes went wide with terror as the arms and legs bring down and grew fur, the face grew into a whiskered muzzle, and the spinal column extensive and grew into a bushy tail. Before Sam could catch his breath again he was looking at the body of a huge black brush wolf.The coyote got to its feet and shook its head as if clearing its ears of water, then it leapt on the desk and growled at Sam, who rolled his chair back until it hit the wall behind his desk.Sam pushed himsel f up by the chair arms until he was almost stand against the wall, desperately trying to put even a millimeter more between himself and the snarling muzzle of the coyote. The coyote crawled forward on the desk until its face was only inches from Sams. Sam could feel the coyotes moist breath on his face. It smelled of something familiar, something burnt. He wanted to turn his head away and close his eyes until the horror went away, but his gaze remained locked on the coyotes princely eyes. He wanted to scream but there was no breath for it and he found his jaw was moving but no sound was coming out.The coyote backed away and sat on the desk, then raised its lowered ears and tilted its head to the side as if perplexed. Sam felt himself take a breath and the strange urge to say Good doggie came over him, but he remained rigid and quiet. The coyote began to shake and Sam thought it would attack, but instead it threw back its head as if to howl. The skin on the coyotes neck began to und ulate and surge and took on the shape of a benignant face. The fur receded from the face, then away from the front legs, which became arms, then down the back legs, which lengthened into crouching human legs. As the fur peeled it lost its black color, turning the burnt tan of a normal coyote. It was as if a human was literally crawling out of a cocoon of coyote skin, the black color becoming black buckskins trimmed with red feathers. A minute passed in what seemed a year as the transformation took place. When it was finished the Indian was crouched on Sams desk wearing a coyote-skin headgear that had once been his own skin.Fuck, Sam said, falling back into the chair, his eyes trained now on the golden eyes of the Indian.Woof, the Indian said with a grin.Sam shook his head, trying to get the image to go away. His mind was still rattling around in chaos trying to put this into some sort of meaningful context, but all he could do was wish that he would pass out and that his kneecaps would stop jumping with adrenaline.Woof, the Indian repeated. He jumped from the desk, adjusted the headdress that moments ago had been his skin, then sat in the chair opposite Sam. Got a smoke? he said.Sam felt his mind lock on to the request. Yes, he understood that. Yes, he could do that. A smoke. He reached into his fit out pocket for his cigarettes and lighter and fumbled them out, lost his grip, and sent them skittering across the desk. He was scrambling for them when the Indian reached out and patted his hand. Sam screamed, the high-pitched wail of a little girl, and jumped back into his chair, which rolled back until his head snapped against the wall.The Indian turned his head to the side quizzically, the same way the coyote had, then took the cigarettes from the desk and lit two with the lighter. He held one out to Sam, who remained pushed back in the chair. The Indian nodded for Sam to take the cigarette, then waited while Sam inched forward, snatched it out of his hand, and quickly retreated to his position by the back wall.The Indian took a deep drag on the cigarette, then turned his head and blew the smoke out in rings that crept across the desk like ghosts.Sam had curled into the fetal position in his chair and looked up only to cast a sideways regard at the Indian when he took a drag from his own cigarette. It occurred to him that he should feel silly, but he didnt. He was still too scare to feel silly. When his cigarette was half gone he started to calm down. His fear was draining away, being replaced with indignant anger. The Indian sat calmly, smoking and looking around the office.Sam put his feet on the floor, scooted the chair back under the desk, and set what he hoped was a hard gaze on the Indian. Who are you? he asked.The Indian smiled and his eyes lit up like an stirred up childs. I am the stink in your shoe, the buzz in your ear, the wind through the trees. I am the-Who are you? Sam interrupted. What is your name?The Indian continu ed to grin while smoke trickled between his teeth. He said, The capital of Wyoming call me Wihio, the Sioux, Iktome. The Blackfeet call me Napi Old Man. The Cree call me Saultaux, the Micmac, Glooscap. I am the Great Hare on the East Coast and Raven on the West. You know me, Samson Hunts whole, I am your spirit helper.Sam gulped. Coyote?Yep.Youre a myth.A legend, the Indian said.You are just a bunch of stories to con children.True stories.No, just stories. Old Man Coyote is just a fairy tale.Should I change shapes again? You liked that.No No, dont do that. Sam had guessed the Indians identity the day before when hed opened the medicine bundle, but he had hoped it would all go away and he would find himself the victim of a childhood superstition. Religion was supposed to be a matter of faith. Gods were not supposed to jump on your desk and snarl at you. They werent supposed to sit in your office smoking cigarettes. Gods didnt do anything. They were supposed to turn out you and let you suffer and die having never known whether your religion was a waste of time. Faith.Sure, the gods were a badly behaving lot in stories jealous, impatient, selfish, vengeful, smiting whole races of people, raping virgins, direct plagues and pestilence and even as gods went, Coyote was a particularly bad example, but they were supposed to stay in the damn stories, not show up and hump your homely secretary until she made monkey noises.What are you doing here? Sam asked.Im here to help you.Help? You ruined my business and got me kicked out of my home.You wanted to scare the diver so I shake up him. You wanted the girl so I gave her to you.Well what about all the cats at my condo complex? What about my secretary? How did that help me?If I was not meant to have ugly women and cats they would not be so easy to catch.It was the kind of backward, perverse logic that had irritated Sam as a child. Pokey Medicine fell had been a master at it. It seemed to Sam at times as if the e ntire Crow Nation was trying to define a silicon-chip world with a Stone Age worldview. Sam thought he had escaped it.Why me? Why not someone who believes?This is more fun.Sam resisted the urge to leap over the desk and choke the Indian. It was still the Indian in his head. He hadnt yet accepted that he was talking to Coyote, Chief of the Without Fires. Even with the overwhelming evidence of the super intrinsic, he searched for a natural explanation for what was happening. A lifetime of disbelief is not easily shed. He tried to find some parallel experience that would put things in order, something hed read or seen on PBS. Nothing was forthcoming, so he speculated.How would Aaron defend if faced with this situation? Aaron didnt acknowledge his Irish heritage any more than Sam admitted his own Crow roots. What if a leprechaun suddenly appeared on Aarons desk? Hed usurp a brogue and try to talk the little fucker into putting his pot o gold into tax-deferred annuities. No, Aaron was not the person to think of in a weird emergency.Coyote smiled as if he had read Sams thoughts. What do you want, Samson Hunts Alone?Sam didnt even hesitate to think. I want my old life back to the way it was before you fucked it up.Why?Now Sam was force to think. Why indeed? Every time Sam hired a new agent he glorified his and Aarons lifestyles. He would take a bright, hungry young man for a ride in the Mercedes, buy him lunch at the Biltmore or another of Santa Barbaras finer restaurants, flash bullion and gold cards and expensive suits plant the seed of greed, as Aaron called it then give the kid a means to pursue his germinating dream of poppycock bliss while Sam collected ten percent on everything he sold. It was part of the show, one of the many roles he played, and the car, the clothes, the condo, and the clout were entirely props. Without the props the show could not go on.Why do you want your life back? Coyote asked, as if Sam had forgotten the question.Its safe, Sam blurted out.So safe, Coyote said, that you can lose it in a day? To be safe is to be afraid. Is that what you want to be afraid?Im not afraid.Then why do you lie? You want the girl.Yes.I will help you get her.I dont need your help. I need you gone.I am very good with women.Like youre good with cats and couches?Great heroes have great horniness. You should feel what it is like to pleasure a falcon. You lock talons with her in the sky and do it while you both are falling like meteors. You would like it they never complain if you come too fast.Get out of here.I will go, but I will be with you. Coyote rose and walked to the door. As he opened it he said, Dont be afraid. He stepped out of his office and closed the door. Suddenly, Sam leapt to his feet and headed after him. Stay off my secretary he shouted. He ripped open the door and looked into the outer office where Gabriella, her composure regained, was typing up a claim form. Coyote was gone.Gabriella looked up and raised a disa pproving eyebrow. Is there a problem, Mr. Hunter?No, Sam said. No problem.You sounded frightened.Im not frightened, goddammit Sam slammed the door and went to the desk for a cigarette. His cigarettes and lighter were gone. He stood there for a moment, feeling a flush of anger rise in him until he thought he would scream, then he fell back into his chair and smiled as he remembered something Pokey Medicine Wing had once told him Anger is the spirits telling you that you are alive.