it.
I-COULD-BLOW-YOU-TO-SMITHER-EENS-BUT-I-WON’T—PEACE
Lucky I had half a ream of paper.
Then I took an Egg of Death out of my pocket pulled the pin which was pretty stiff and tossed it over the edge.
I threw it well upstream into what in my mind’s eye I saw as the top of the meadow—well away from the cows and the cobwebbed sonofabitch and his girl.
The explosion was deeply satisfying. Thank you Bangley. I had the other pages ready and while they were still rattled and pinching their limbs to see if they weren’t dead I pushed them out:
SEE?-NEXT-ONE-MIGHT-HURT
Long pause.
DON’T-MAKE-ME-RUN-OUT-OF-PAPER
Pause.
STAND-UP
I can admit I was really enjoying myself. For the first time in what seemed years my head seemed clear. Not like the thoughts were standing out in a meadow like those shaggy Norwegian horses and wondering what they were doing here. Not like one might wander off into the trees.
Just for good measure I crept the cap out to the edge again. Nothing. Maybe we were coming to an understanding. I crawled to the edge and peered over. They were both standing up in the cattails holding their guns out to the side. He was tall, fit, not that old, maybe early sixties, in a ratty fawn cowboy hat. She was taller than he and I’d have to say handsome. Skinny but strong jawed, high cheeked, dark eyebrows, long dark hair twisted into a braid. Can’t say why but she looked smart from three hundred feet. I reached back for the AR and put the scope on them. If a man can spark he was sparking: mouth compressed in rage and his eyes which were gray were throwing off glints of fury. His face had the deep lines of a man who had earned them out in the elements. Her eyes were wideset and what? Violet? Something between blue and black. Her cheeks were inflamed scarlet and she looked scared but also something else: mildly amused. Was that it? She looked to be about thirty five.
Can you fall in love through a rifle scope? Damn. I pulled my head away and looked down with naked eye. Well proportioned, wide hipped, tall. Maybe too skinny. I brought my eye to the gun again and nudged the barrel and let the scope travel down. I admit. Her legs were scratched and inflamed and maybe too thin but they were long and tapered.
Came up to one knee, still aiming, both eyes open. I yelled.
Hi!
He blinked. I nudged the scope over to her face and they both looked like they might be crazy or maybe in a bad dream.
Hi!
Kept the scope on her. She smiled. Actually smiled. It was subtle, small, but at ten power I could see the damn thing.
How should we do this? Yelling.
Silence.
Gramps! Relax! If I wanted to kill and rape and plunder you’d be dead by now!
Pause while he took that in.
I forgive you! I yelled.
I mean for trying to kill me more than twice! Nearly wrecking my plane. Nothing personal. I know. Would’ve done the same thing myself.
My shouts trailed off on the breeze. But I could see that they could hear me. I mean something was registering. I could also see when I lifted my head back and looked downcanyon that all the cows and a few sheep were huddling terrified against a tall woven brush fence across the bottom of the box.
Sorry for scaring your cows!
They stood there, arms out. I played the scope over both of them. He was chewing his cheek trying to make out what the hell was going on. And her. I wasn’t sure. I could see gears turning and I thought something not unpleasant was dawning on her. That was my fantasy. I knew, I
Okay you can keep your guns. I’m coming down.
Okay?
Okay?
He nodded. Finally. Pulled the gun back in to his body and stood again like a man in command of his world. I’ll say this: there was something about the codger that was dignified and proud. He was a fucking good shot, I knew that. I got the feeling that everything the prickly bastard did he did with that amount of confidence. Just an impression from the bleachers.
If you decide to kill me you’ll feel really bad later! I promise you’ll deprive yourself of the best part of your day!
She smiled. Oh man. I was gone. I thought Maybe, maybe he is her dad. What a fool.
In purgatory there is really nothing else to be. I lowered the gun, stepped back fast and walked back to the Beast.
Just for luck and respect I put another grenade in my jacket pocket to make two and grabbed some venison jerky for a peace offering, then I slung the AR over my shoulder and trotted across the sage meadow. I worked myself upcanyon through the pinons until the cleft shallowed out and I found a game trail down to the creek.
IV
My heart was booming like a bongo but not from the effort. The ground was rough, yes, the way into the creek steep and strewn with boulders. I placed a hand on their warm shoulders as I hopped and pivoted around them, slid on loose dirt following the path of deer. Their droppings lay among the long brown needles of ponderosas and the sun mixed the scents which were strangely close to the musky scent of a living deer close by in pines. So that the hunter in me was roused. But that wasn’t it either. My heart was hammering because I felt like I was heading to my first date.
That one, Hig’s actual first date—I was so nervous it was a disaster. We went to see
Which is a weird way to head out on a date. Poor Hig, poor Frankenstein.
Not her. She smiled. She smiled.
I’d charmed em hadn’t I? Charmed em right out of Kill Mode. Right out of their knickers. Hadn’t I?
I stopped dead. Squinted down to the creek, took one more careful step into the shade of a pine. Maybe not.
The cute thing with the quilt. Codger had no patience. He placed a high value on his time his attention. While I was lying back in the sun enjoying myself, letting them think about things, he was forced to hunker down in the wet cattails, his blood boiling, fearing too—for life, for his gal—thinking, I’m gonna kill that smug sonofabitch. First chance. Thinks he’s so goddamn cute, how cute will it be when I make him watch his own balls roasting on the fire.
Like that.