Hot Blood: Tales of Erotic Horror

'They lied a lot. Come in here, get drunk, tell about what they done, mostly women. Bad, what they said they done. Worse when it wasn't lies. You want another?'

'Not yet.'

'No lie about the Fannen kid, Marcy. Fourteen, fifteen, maybe. Tooken her out behind the Johnsons' silo, what they done to her. And then they said they'd kill her, she said anything. She didn't. Not about that, not about anything, ever again, two years. Until the fever last November, she told her mom. She died. Mom came told me 'fore she moved out.'

The customer waited.

'Hear them tell it, they were into every woman, wife, daughter in the valley, any time they wanted.'

The customer blew through his nostrils, once, gently. A man came in for two six-packs and a hip-sized Southern Comfort and went away in a pickup truck. ' 'Monday-busy,' I call this,' said the barman, looking around the empty room. 'And here it's Wednesday.' Without being asked, he drew another beer for the customer. 'To have somebody to talk to,' he said in explanation. Then he said nothing at all for a long time.

The customer took some beer. 'They just went after local folks, then.'

'Grimme and David? Well, yes, they had the run of it, most of the men off with the lumbering, nothing grows in these rocks around here. Except maybe chickens, and who cares for chickens? Old folks, and the women. Anyway, that Grimme, shoulders this wide. Eyes that close together; and hairy. The brother, maybe you'd say a good-lookin' guy for a yokel, but, well, scary.' He nodded at his choice of words and said it again. 'Scary.'

'Crazy eyes,' said the customer.

'You got it. So the times they wasn't just lyin', the women didn't want to tell and, I got to say it, the men just as soon not know.'

'But they never bothered anyone except their own valley people.'

'Who else is ever around here to bother? Oh, they bragged about this one and that one they got to on the road, you know, blonde in the big convertible, give them the eye, give them whiskey, give them a good time up on the back roads. All lies and you know it. They got this big old van. Gal hitch-hiker, they say the first woman ever used 'em both up. Braggin', lyin'. Shagged a couple city people in a little hatchback, leaned on them 'til the husband begged 'em to ball the wife. I don't believe that at all.'

'You don't.'

'What man would say that to a couple hairy yokels, no matter what? Man got to be yellow or downright kinky.'

'What happened?'

'Nothing happened, I told you I don't believe it! It's lies, brags and lies. Said they found 'em driving the quarry road, 'way yonder. Passed 'em and parked the van to let 'em by, look 'em over. Passed 'em and got ahead, when they caught up David was lying on the road and Grimme made like artificial you know, lifeguards do it.'

'Respiration.'

'Yeah, that. They seen that and they stopped. The couple in the hatchback got out. Grimme and David jumped 'em. Said the man's a shrimpy little guy looked like a perfessor, woman's a dish, too good for him. But that's what they said. I don't believe any of it.'

'You mean they'd never do a thing like that.'

'Oh, they would all right. Cutting off the woman's clo'es to see what she got with a big old skinning knife. Took a while, they said it was a lot of laughs. David holdin' both her arms behind her back one-handed, cuttin' away her clo'es and makin' jokes, Grimme holdin' the little perfessor man around the neck with the one elbow, laughin', 'til the man snatched his head clear and that's when he said it. 'Give it to him,' he told the woman. 'Go on, give it to him,' and she says 'For the love of God don't ask me to do that.' I don't believe any man ever would say a thing like that.'

'You really don't.'

'No way. Because listen, when the man jerked out his head and said that, and the woman said don't ask her to do that, then the perfessor guy tried to fight Grimme. You see what I'm saying? If Grimme breaks him up and stomps on the pieces, then you could maybe understand him beggin' the woman to quit and give in. The way Grimme told it right here standing where you are, the man said it when Grimme hadn't done nothing yet but hold his neck. That's the part Grimme told over and over, laughin'. 'Give it to him,' the man kept telling her. And Grimme never even hit him yet. 'Course when the little man tried to fight him Grimme just laughed and clobbered him once side of the neck, laid him out cold. That was when the woman turned into a wildcat, to hear them tell it. It was all David could do to hold her, let alone mess around. Grimme left him to it and went around back to see what they got in their car. Mind you, I don't know if he really done all this; I'm just telling you what he said. I heard it three, four times just that first week.

'So he opened up the back and there was a stack of pictures, you know, painting like on canvas. He hauled 'em all out and put 'em all down flat on the ground and walked up and back looking at them. He says 'David, you like these?' and David, he said 'Hell no' and Grimme walked the whole line, one big boot in the middle of each and every picture. And he says at the first step that woman screamed like it was her face he was stepping on and she hollered 'Don't, don't, they mean everything in the world to him!' She meant the perfessor, but Grimme went ahead anyway. And then she just quit, she said go ahead, and Dave tooken her into the van and Grimme sat on the perfessor till he was done, then Grimme went in and got his while Dave sat on the man, and after that they got in their van and come here to get drunk and tell about it. And if you really want to know why I don't believe any of it, those people never tried to call the law.' And the barman gave a vehement nod and drank deep.

'So what happened to them?'

'Who — the city people? I told you — I don't even believe there was any.'

'Grimme.'

'Oh. Them.' The barman gave a strange chuckle and said with sudden piety, 'The Lord has strange ways of fighting evil.'

The customer waited. The barman drew him another beer and poured a jigger for himself.

'Next time I see Grimme it's a week, ten days after. It's like tonight, nobody here. He comes in for a fifth of sourmash. He's walking funny, kind of bowlegged. I thought at first trying to clown he'd do that. But every step he kind of grunted, like you would if I stuck a knife in you, but every step. And the look on his face, I never saw the like before. I tell you, it scared me. I went for the whiskey and outside there was a screaming.'

As he talked his gaze went to the far wall and somehow through it, his eyes very round and bulging. 'I said 'What in God's name is that?' and Grimme said, it's David, he's out in the van, he's hurting.' And I said, 'Better get him to the doctor,' and he said they just came from there, full of pain-killer but it wasn't enough, and he tooken his whiskey and left walking that way and grunting every step, and drove off. Last time I saw him.'

His eyes withdrew from elsewhere, back into the room, and became more normal. 'He never paid for the whiskey. I don't think he meant to stiff me, the one thing he never did. He just didn't think of it at the time. Couldn't,' he added.

'What was wrong with him?'

'I don't know. The doc didn't know.'

'That would be Dr. McCabe?'

'McCabe? I don't know any Dr. McCabe around here. It was Dr. Thetford over to Allersville Corners.'

'Ah. And how are they now, Grimme and David?'

'Dead is how they are.'

'Dead?… You didn't say that.'

'I didn't?'

'Not until now.' The customer got off his stool and put money on the bar and picked up his car keys. He said, his voice quite as gentle as it had been all along, 'The man wasn't yellow and he wasn't kinky. It was something far worse.' Not caring at all what this might mean to the bartender, he walked out and got into his car.

He drove until he found a telephone booth — the vanishing kind with a door that would shut. First he called Information and got a number; then he dialed it.

'Dr. Thetford? Hello… I want to ease your mind about something. You recently had two fatalities, brothers… No, I will not tell you my name. Bear with me, please. You attended these two and you probably performed the autopsies, right? Good. I hoped you had. And you couldn't diagnose, correct? You probably certified peritonitis, with