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Tuesday, January 22, 2019

Coyote Blue Chapter 3~5

CHAPTER 3The Machines of Irony Bring MemorySanta Barbara after state of wards surface-to-air missiles secretary gave him the address of his appointment he hung up the cellular recall and punched the address into the navigation system hed had installed in the Mercedes so he would incessantly so discern where he was. Wherever surface-to-air missile was, he was in touch. In addition to the cellular ph nonp aril he wore a satellite beeper that could reach him some(prenominal)where in the world. He had fax machines and figurers in his power and his office, as well as a notebook-sized computer with a modem that link up him with data bases that could provide him with every social function from demographic studies to news clippings ab bring step up his clients. Three televisions with agate line kept his home alive with news, weather, and sports and provided insipid entertainments to fill his idle hours and lay a post him abreast of what was hot and what was not, as well as all st udy he energy take in to construct a face to carry out a face to change his personality to dovetail with that of any a bidly client. The by-g ace sales art object out riding on a shoeshine and a smile had been replaced by a shape-shifting shark stalking the sale, and surface-to-air missile, having buried tenacious ago who he very was, was an excellent salesman.Even as some of surface-to-air missiles devices connected him to the world, others protected him from its harshness. Alarm systems in his car and condo kept criminals at bay, trance climate control kept the air comfortable and comp make a motion discs soothed by distracting noise. A monstrous multi-armed black machine he kept in his sp be bedroom simulated the motions of running, cross-country skiing, stair climbing, and swimming, maculation monitor his blood pres certain(a) and heart rate and making simulated oceanic sounds that stimulated alpha waves in the brain. And all this without the risk of the shin splint s, broken in legs, drowning, or confusion that he might assume experienced by actually going somewhere and doing something. Air bags and blasts protected him when he was in the car and condoms when he was in women. (And there were women, for the same protean guile that served him as a salesman served him also as a seducer.) When the women left, protesting that he was wizard(a) b arly something was missing, there was a number that he could call where soul would be nice to him for $4.95 a minute. Some periods, darn he was commove holdting his pilus cut, sitting in the chair with his protections and personalities muckle, the hairdresser would run her hands humble his neck, and that small human contact sent a lonesome jar rumbling through him similar a heartbreak.Im here to notice Mr. telephone circuit, he say to the secretary, an attractive woman in her forties. surface-to-air missile hunting watch, Aaron Assurance Associates. I obligate an appointment.Jims expectin g you, she said. surface-to-air missile the likes ofd that she used her bosss stolon name it corroborate the personality profile he had projected. surface-to-air missiles machines had told him that James line of reasoning was one of the twain main partners who owned Motion devil dog, Inc., an enormously successful company that construct helmets and equipment for industrial deep-sea diving. subscriber line had been an underwater welder on the rigs off Santa Barbara in the beginning he and his partner, an engineer named Frank Cochran, had invented a new fiberglass aqualung helmet that allowed divers to stay in radio contact while ad scarce the high-pres accredited miasma of gases that they breathed. The two became millionaires within a year and now, decade old age later, they were weighing of taking the company public. Cochran wanted to be sure that at least one of the partners could retain controlling interest in the company in the event that the other died. Sam was trying to economise a multi-million-dollar policy that would provide buy-out ca meetal for the remaining partner.It was a unprejudiced partnership deal, the sort that Sam had done a hundred ms, and Cochran, the engineer, with his numeral way of thought process, his need for precision and order, his need to gain all the unused ends tied up, had been an easy sale. With an engineer Sam simply presented facts, carefully primed(p) out in an equationlike manner that led to the desired answer, which was Where do I sign? Engineers were predictable, consistent, and easy. But Cable, the diver, was going to be a pain in the ass.Cable was a risk taker, a gambler. Any man who had spend ten years of his life working(a) hundreds of feet underwater, breathing helium and working with explosive gas, had to have eff to terms with solicitude, and fear was what Sam traded in.In most cases the fear was easy to identify. It was not the fear of termination that prompt Sams clients to buy it was the fear of dying unprepared. If he did his job office, the clients would feel that by turning down a policy they were somehow tempting right-hand(a) deal to cause them to die un sequencely. (Sam had yet to hear of a death con lookred timely.) In their minds they created a new superstition, and like all superstitions it was based on the fear of irony. So, the unless lottery ticket you leave out lead be the pleasant one, the one time you leave your drivers license at home is the time you get to be stopped for speeding, and when someone offers you an policy policy that only even ups you if youre numb(p), you best(p) damn well buy it. Irony. It was a tacit pass on, besides one that Sam delivered with every sales pitch.He walked into Jim Cables means with the preposterous feeling of being totally unprepared. Maybe it was provided the girl who had generaten him, or the Indian.Cable was rest behind a long desk that had been make from an old dinghy. He was tall, with the thin, athletic build of a runner, and completely bald. He extended his hand to Sam.Jim Cable. Frank told me youd be coming, but Im not sure I like this whole thing.Sam Hunter. Sam released his hand. May I sit? This shouldnt take long. This was not a effectual start.Cable gestured for Sam to sit across from him and sat down. Sam remained standing. He didnt want the desk to act as a barrier between them it was too easy for Cable to defend.Do you mind if I move this chair over to your side of the desk? I have some materials Id like you to see and I need to be beside you.You can just leave the materials, Ill look them over.Technology had helped Sam over this barrier. Well, actually its not printed issuance. I have it in my computer and I have to be on the same side of the veil as you.Okay, I figure thats fine, wherefore. Cable rolled his chair to the side to allow Sam room on the same side of the desk.Thats one, Sam thought. He moved his chair, sat down beside Cable, and opened t he notebook computer.Well, Mr. Cable, it looks like we can personate this whole thing up without any much than a physical for you and Frank.Whoa Cable brought his hands up in protest. We havent hold on this yet.Oh, Sam said. Frank gave me the impression that the decision had been made that this was just a meeting to confirm the assess status and pension benefits of the policy.I didnt make out there were pension benefits.Thats wherefore Im here, Sam said. It wasnt why he was there at all. To explain them to you.Well, Frank and I havent gotten down to any specifics on this. Im not sure its a good supposition at all.Sam needed misdirection. He launched into the intromission like a pit bull/Willy Loman crossbreed. As he wheel spoke, the computer screen supported his statements with charts, graphs, and projections. every(prenominal) five seconds a message flashed across the screen faster than the eye could see, but not so fast that it could not nibble on the lobes of the su bconscious like a teasing lover. The message was BE SMART, debase THIS. Sam had designed the program himself. The BE SMART part of the message could be modified for each client. The options were BE SEXY, BE YOUNG, BE BEAUTIFUL, BE THIN, BE TALL, and Sams personal favorite, BE GOD. Hed come up with the idea one night while watching a commercial in which six-spot heavily muscled guy cables got to run around on the beach impressing beautiful women presumably because they drank light beer. BE A STUD, DRINK LIGHT.Sam finished his launching and stopped talking abruptly, feeling that he had somehow forgotten something. He waited, letting the silence become uncomfortable, letting the conversation lay on the desk before them like a dead cat, letting the diver come to the correct conclusion. The first one to utter loses. Sam knew it. He feel that Cable knew it.Finally, Jim Cable said, This is a great little computer you have. Would you mobilize selling it?Sam was thrown. But what som e the policy?I dont think its a good idea, Cable said. But I really like this computer. I think it would be smart to buy it.Smart? Sam said.Yeah, I just think it would be a smart thing to do.So much for subliminal ad. Sam made a amiable note to change his message to BE SMART, BUY THE POLICY. Look, Jim, you can get a computer like this in a dozen stores in town, but this partnership policy is set up for right now. You are neer going to be younger, youll neer be in better health, the premium lead neer be lower or the tax advantage better.But I dont need it. My family is taken care of and I dont care who takes control of the company after Im dead. If Frank wants to take a policy out on me Ill take the physical, but Im not bet against myself on this.There it was. Cable was not afeard(predicate) and Sam knew no way to instill the fear he needed. He had read that Cable had survived several diving accidents and even a helicopter crash while being shuttled to one of the offshore rig s. If he hadnt glimpsed his mortality before, then zip fastener Sam could say would put the Reaper in his shaving mirror. It was time to walk aside and salvage half of the deal with Cables partner.Sam stood and close the screen on the computer. Well, Jim, Ill talk to Frank about the specifics of the policy and set up the appointment for the physical.They shook hands and Sam left the tycoon trying to analyze what had gone ruin. Again and again the fear portion came up. Why couldnt he find and touch that place in Jim Cable? Granted, his concentration had been shot by the mornings events. Really, hed done a canned presentation to cover himself. But to cover what? This was a clean deal, cut and dried.When he climbed back off into the Mercedes there was a red feather lying on the seat. He brushed it out onto the street and slammed the door. He drove back to his emplacement with the air conditioner on high. Still, when he arrived ten minutes later, his garment was soaked with swe at.CHAPTER 4Moments Are Our MentorsSanta BarbaraThere are those days, those moments in life, when for no particular reason the senses are heightened and the commonplace becomes sublime. It was one of those days for Samuel Hunter.The style of the girl, the wanting she had awakened in him, had started it. wherefore the Indians presence had so abstruse him that he was fumbling through the day marveling at things that before had never merited a second look. Walking back into his outer post he spied his secretary, Gabriella Snow, and was awed for a moment by just how tremendously, how incredibly, how child-frighteningly woeful she was.There are those who, deprived of physical beauty, develop a sincerity and beauty of spirit that seems to eclipse their appearance. They marry for love, stay married, and raise expert children who are quick to laugh and slow to judge. Gabriella was not one of those spate. In fact, if not for her gruesome appearance, an unpleasant personality would ha ve been her dominant feature. She was good on the phone, however, and Sams clients were some clock so relieved to be out of her authority and into his that they bought policies out of gratitude, so he kept her on.Hed hired her three years ago from the resume she had mailed in. She was wildly overqualified for the position and Sam remembered wonder why she was applying for it in the first place. For three years Sam had field dayd by her desk without really flavour at her, but today, in his unbalanced state, her drabness inspired him to poetry. But what rhymed with Gabriella?She said, Mr. Aaron is very anxious to talk to you, Mr. Hunter. He requested that you go right into his office as in short as you arrived.Gabriella, youve been here three years. You can call me Sam. Sam was still thinking about poetry. Salmonella?Thank you, Mr. Hunter, but I prefer to keep things businesslike. Mr. Aaron was sooner adamant about seeing you immediately.Gabriella paused and checked a notepad on h er desk, then read, Tell him to get his ass in my office as soon as he hits the door or Ill have him rat-fucked with a tire out iron. What does that mean? Sam asked.I would assume that he would like to see you right away, sir.I guessed that. Sam said. Im a little vague on the rat-fucked part. What do you think, Gabriella?Gabriella, Gabriella,As fair as salmonella.Im sure I dont know. You might ask him.Right, Sam said.He walked down the hall to Aaron Aarons outer office, opus the side by side(p) line of his poem along the way.It wouldnt surprise me in the leastIf you were mistaken for a beast.Aaron Aaron wasnt Aarons real name he had changed it so his insurance firm would be the first listed in the yellow pages. Sam didnt know Aarons real name and he had never asked. Who was he to judge? Samuel Hunter wasnt his real name either, and it was certainly less desirable alphabetically.Aarons secretary, Julia, a willowy actress/model/dancer who typed, answered phones, and referred to hai rdressers as geniuses, greeted Sam with a smile that evinced thousands in orthodontia and bonding. Hi, Sam, hes really pissed. What did you do?Do?Yeah, on that Motion Marine deal. They called a few minutes ago and Aaron went off.I didnt do anything, Sam said. He started into Aarons office, then turned to Julia. Julia, do you know what rat-fuck means?No, Aaron just said that he was going to do it to you for bring ining the joy out of his new head.He got a new head? Whats this one?A wild boar he shot support year. The taxidermist delivered it this morning. break down thanks Julia, Ill be sure to notice it.Good luck. Julia smiled, then held the smile while she checked herself in the makeup mirror on her desk.Walking into Aarons office was like stepping into a nineteenth-century British hunt club walnut dose adorned with the stuffed heads of a score of game animals, numbered prints of ducks on the wing, leather wing-back chairs, a cherry-wood desk clear of anything that might indica te that a business was being conducted. Sam immediately spotted the boars head.Aaron, its beautiful. Sam stood in front of the head with his ordnance outstretched. Its a masterpiece. He considered genuflecting to appeal to the latent Irish Catholic in Aaron, but decided that the insincerity would be spotted.Aaron, short, fifty, balding, face shot with veins from drink, swiveled in his high-backed leather chair and put down the Vogue cartridge holder he had been leafing through. Aaron had no interest in fashion it was the models that enkindle him. Sam had spent many an afternoon listening to Aarons forlorn day romances of having a showpiece wife. How was I to know that Katie would get fat and I would get successful? I was only twenty when we got married. I thought the idea of getting laid steadily was worth it. I need a woman that goes with my Jag. Not Katie. Shes pure Rambler. Here he would point to an ad in Vogue. Now, if I could only have a woman like that on my armShed have yo u surgically removed, Sam would say.Sure, be that way, Sam. You dont know what its like to think that getting a little strange could equal you half of what you own. You single guys have it all.Stop romanticizing, Aaron. Havent you heard? Sex kills.Sure, suck the joy out of my fantasies. You know, I used to look forward to kindle because it was fifteen minutes when I didnt have to think about death and taxes.If you do think about death and taxes it lasts half an hour.Thats what I mean, I cant even get distracted with Katie anymore. Do you know what someone with my income has to pay in taxes? The question came up in every one of their conversations. They had worked unitedly for almost twenty years and Aaron forever and a day treated Sam as if he were still fifteen years old.I know simply what someone with your income is suppositious to pay in taxes, about ten times what you actually pay.And you dont think that that weighs on me? The IRS could take all this.Sam kinda liked the v ision of a team of IRS agents loading large dead animal heads into Aarons Jag and driving off with antlers out every window while Katie stood by shouting, Hey, half of those are mine No matter how much Aaron attained, he would never let go of his fear of losing it long enough to enjoy it. In his minds eye, Sam imagined Aaron mournfully watching as they carried the wild boar head out by the tusks.This thing is gorgeous, Sam said. I think Im getting a woody just feeling at it.I named it Gabriella, Aaron said proudly, forgetting for a moment that he was supposed to be angry. Then he remembered. What the fuck did you just pull over at Motion Marine? Frank Cochran is talking lawsuit.Over a little subliminal advertising? I dont think so.Subliminal advertising Jim Cable fainted after that stunt you pulled. They dont even know what happened yet. It could be a heart attack. Are you out of your fucking mind? I could lose the agency over this.Sam could see Aarons blood pressure wage increas e red on his scalp. You thought it was a great idea last week when I showed it to you.Dont drag me into this, Sam, youre on your own with this one. Ive pulled some stern in my time to push the fear factor, but I never had a client attacked by an Indian, for Christs sake.Indian? Sam almost choked. He lowered himself very gently into one of the leather wing-backs. What Indian?Dont strapper me, Sam. I taught you everything you know about bullshitting. Right after you left his office Jim Cable walked out of the Motion Marine building and was attacked by a guy dressed up as an Indian. With a tomahawk. If they catch the guy and he tells that you hired him, its over for both of us.Sam tried to speak but could find no breath to drive his voice. Aaron had been his teacher, and in a twisted, competitive way, Aaron was his friend and confidant, but he had never trusted Aaron with his fears. He had two Indians and cops. Indians because he was one, and if anyone found out it it would lead to p olicemen, one of whom he had killed. Here they were, after twenty years, paralyzing him.Aaron came around the desk and took Sam by the shoulders. Youre smarter than this, kid, he said, softening at Sams obvious confusion. I know this was a walloping deal, but you know better than to do something desperate like that. You cant let them see that youre hungry. Thats the first rule I taught you, isnt it?Sam didnt answer. He was looking at the mule deer head mounted over Aarons desk, but he was seeing the Indian sitting in the cafe grinning at him.Aaron shook him. Look, were not totally screwed here. We can draw up an agreement signing all your interest in the agency over to me and backdate it to last week. Then you would be working as an commutative contractor like the other guys. I could give you, say, thirty cents on the dollar for your shares under the table. Youd have enough to repugn the good fight in court, and if they let you keep your license youll always have a job to come b ack to. What do you say?Sam stared at the deer head, audition Aarons voice only as a nonadjacent murmur. Sam was twenty-six years and twelve hundred miles away on a hill outside of bragging Agency, Montana. The voice he was hearing was that of his first teacher, his mentor, his fathers brother, his clan uncle a single-toothed, self-proclaimed shaman named pokey Medicine Wing.CHAPTER 5The Gift of a DreamCrow Country 1967Sam, then called strapper Hunts Alone, stood over the carcass of the mule deer he had just shot, cradling the minatory Winchester.30?C30 in his arms.Did you thank the deer for giving its life up for you? jerkwater asked. As bulls eyes clan uncle, it was jailhouses job to teach the male child the ways of the Crow.I thanked him, Pokey.You know it is the Crow way to give your first deer away. Do you know who you will give it to? Pokey grinned around the Salem he held between his lips.No, I didnt know. Who should I give it to?It is a good endue for a clan unc le who has said many prayers for your success in conclusion a spirit help on your vision quest.I should give it to you, then?It is up to you, but a carton of cigarettes is a good gift too, if you have the money.I dont have any money. I will give you the deer. shit Hunts Alone sat down on the instal by the deer carcass and hung his head. He sniffed to fight back tears.Pokey kneeled beside him. Are you sad for killing the deer?No, I dont see why I have to give it away. Why cant I take it home and let Grandma cook it for all of us? Pokey took the denudate from the male child, levered a cartridge into the chamber, then let out a war whoop and fired it into the air. Samson stared at him as if hed lost his mind.You are a hunter now Pokey cried. Samson Hunts Alone has killed his first deer he shouted to the sky. Soon he will be a manPokey crouched down to the boy again. You should be bright to give the deer away. You are Crow and it is the Crow way.Sam looked up, his flamboyant eye s shot with red and brimming with tears. One of the boys at develop says that the Crow are no more than thieves and scavengers. He said that the Crow are cowards because we never fought the white man.This boy is Cheyenne? Pokey said.Yes.Then he is jealous because he is not Crow. The Crow gave the Cheyenne and the Lakota and the Blackfoot a reason to get up in the morning. They outnumbered us ten to one and we held our land against them for two hundred years before the white man came. Tell this boy that his people should thank the Crow for being such good enemies. Then kick his ass.But he is bigger than me.If your practice of medicine is strong you will beat him. When you go on your fast following week, pray for warrior medicine.Samson didnt know what to say. He would go to the Wolf Mountains next week for his first vision quest. He would fast and pray and go for to find a spirit confederate to give him medicine, but he wasnt sure he believed, and he didnt know how to tell Poke y.Pokey, the boy said finally, very quietly, his voice barely audible over the hot breeze whistling through the prairie grass, a lot of people say that you dont have no medicine at all, that you are just a excited drunk.Pokey put his face so close to Samsons that the boy could intuitive feeling the cigarette-and-liquor smell coming off him. Then, softly, in a gentle, musical rub off he said, Theyre right, I am a crazy drunk. The others are afraid of me cause Im so crazy. You know why?Sam sniffed, Nope.Pokey reached into his pocket and pulled out a small buckskin bundle tied with a thong. He undo the thong and unfolded the buckskin on the ground before the boy. In it lay an roam of sharp teeth, claws, a tuft of tan fur, some loose baccy, treacly grass, and sage. The largest object was a wooden carving of a coyote about two inches tall. Do you know what this is, Samson? Pokey asked.Looks like a medicine bundle. Aint you supposed to sing a song when you open it?Dont have to with this one. Nobody ever had medicine like this. I aint never showed it to anyone before.What are those teeth?Coyote teeth. Coyote claws, coyote fur. I dont tell people about it anymore because they all say Im crazy, but my spirit helper is Old Man Coyote.Hes just in stories, Sam said. There isnt any Old Man Coyote.Thats what you think, Pokey said. He came to me on my first fast, when I was about your age. I didnt know it was him. I thought it would be a bear, or an otter, because I was praying for war medicine. But on the fourth day of my fast I looked up and there was this young brave standing there dressed in black buckskins with red woodpecker feathers down his leggings and sleeves. He was wearing a coyote skin as a headdress.How did you know it wasnt just somebody from the res?I didnt. I told him to go away and he said that he had been away long enough. He said that when he gave the Crows so many enemies he promised that he would always be with them so they could steal many horse s and be fierce warriors. He said it was almost time to come back.But where is he? Samson asked. That was a long time ago and no one has seen him. If he was here they wouldnt say you were crazy.Old Man Coyote is the trickster. I think he gave me this medicine to make me crazy and make me want to drink. passably Eagle, who was a powerful medicine man then, told me how to make this bundle and he told me that if I was smart I would give it to someone else or throw it in the river, but I didnt do it.But if it is bad medicine, if he is your spirit helper and doesnt help youDoes the sun rise just for you, Samson Hunts Alone?No, it rises all over the world.But it passes you and makes you part of its circle, doesnt it?Yeah, I guess so.Well maybe this medicine is bigger than me. Maybe I am just part of the circle. If it makes me unhappy then at least I know why I am unhappy. Do you know why you are unhappy?My deerThere will be other deer. You have your family, you are good in school, you ha ve food to eat, you have water to drink. You can even speak Crow. When I was a boy they sent me off to a BIA school where they beat us if we spoke Crow. Next week, if your heart is pure, you will get a spirit helper and have strong medicine. You can be a great warrior, a chief.There arent any chiefs anymore.It will be a long time before you are old enough to be a chief. You are too little to be unhappy about the future.But I am. I dont want to be Crow. I dont want to be like you.Then be like you. Pokey turned away from the boy and lit another cigarette. You make me angry. Give me your injure and I will show you how to dress this deer. We will throw the entrails in the river as a gift to the Earth and the water monsters. Pokey looked at Samson, as if waiting for the boy to doubt him.Im sorry, Pokey. The boy unsnapped the sheath on his belt and drew a wickedly curved skinning knife. He held it out to the man, who took the knife and began to field-dress the deer.As he drew the blade d own the deers stomach he said, I am going to give you a dream, Samson.Samson looked away from the deer into Pokeys face. There were always gifts among the Crow gifts for names, Sun Dance ceremony gifts, powwow gifts at Crow Fair, naming ceremony gifts, gifts for medicine, gifts to clan uncles and aunts, gifts for prayers tobacco and sweet grass and shirts and blankets, horses and trucks so many gifts that no one could ever really be poor and no one ever really got rich. But the gift of a dream was very pure, very special, and could never be repaid. Samson had never heard anyone give a dream before.I dreamed that Old Man Coyote came to me and he said, Pokey, when everything is right with you, but you are so afraid that something might go wrong that it ruins your balance, then you are Coyote Blue. At these times I will bring you back into balance. This dream that I dreamed I give to you, Samson.What does that mean, Uncle Pokey?I dont know, but it is a very important dream. Poke y wiped the knife on his pants and handed it to Samson, then hoisted the deer up on his shoulders. Now, who are you going to give this deer to?

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