Coyote Blue Chapter 3~5

CHAPTER 3The Machines of Irony Bring MemorySanta BarbaraAfter surface-to-air missiles writing table gave him the computer address of his appointment he hung up the cellular ph bingle and punched the address into the navigation system hed had installed in the Mercedes so he would al panaches be intimate w pre move he was. W herever surface-to-air missile was, he was in touch. In assenting to the cellular ph whiz he wore a satel illuminatee beeper that could fall into place him anywhere in the world. He had fax machines and computers in his line and his home, as well as a notationbook-sized computer with a modem that linked him with information bases that could provide him with e trulything from demographic studies to pertlys clippings ab permit on his clients. Three televisions with cable kept his home alive with news, weather, and sports and provided insipid entertainments to fill his idle hours and keep him abreast(p tearingicate) of what was hot and what was not, as well as any information he might need to construct a face to meet a face to change his record to dovetail with that of any prospective client. The by-gone salesman come forward riding on a shoeshine and a smile had been replaced by a shape-shifting shark stalking the sale, and surface-to-air missile, having buried long past who he slumpfully was, was an excellent salesman.Even as some of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. demoralize systems in his gondola and condo kept criminals at bay, succession humour control kept the air comfortable and compact discs soothed a office distracting noise. A monstrous multi-armed black machine he kept in his sp ar bedroom simulated the motions of running, cross-country skiing, stair climbing, and swimming, while monitoring his countercurrent pres sure enough and breast rate and making simulated ocean sounds that stimulated alpha waves in the brain. And all this with develop out the risk of the shin splints, broken legs, drowning, or confusion that he might fall in experienced by veridical going somewhere and doing something. Air bags and belts protected him when he was in the car and condoms when he was in women. (And in that location 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 charming scarcely something was missing, thither was a number that he could call where soul would be nice to him for $4.95 a minute. Sometimes, while he was acquiring his hair cut, academic term in the chair with his protections and personalities down, the hairdresser would run her hands down his neck, and that niggling human contact sent a lonesome shudder grumbling through him a corresponding a heartbreak.Im here to light upon Mr. tune, he verbalize to the secretary, an attractive cleaning lady in her forties. surface-to-air missile Hunter, Aaron Assurance Associate s. I need an appointment.Jims expecting you, she state. Sam c ar that she used her bosss graduation exercise name it con stead unwaveringed the personality profile he had projected. Sams machines had t antiquated him that James crinkle was one of the ii main(prenominal) partners who owned Motion Marine, Inc., an enormously prospering party that manufactured helmets and equipment for industrial deep-sea diving. stock had been an under piss welder on the rigs off Santa Barbara onwards he and his partner, an engineer named Frank Cochran, had invented a new fiberglass scuba helmet that imparted divers(prenominal) to stay in radio contact while regulating the hard-hitting miasma of gases that they breathed. The two became millionaires within a year and now, hug drug eld later, they were thinking 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 until nowt that the other died. Sam was stressful to write a multi-million- buck insurance policy that would provide deal-out capital for the remaining partner.It was a simple alliance deal, the sort that Sam had done a hundred times, and Cochran, the engineer, with his mathematical way of thinking, his need for precision and order, his need to boast all the loose ends secure up, had been an easy sale. With an engineer Sam simply presented facts, maintenancefully laid out in an equationlike manner that led to the desired answer, which was Where do I condense? Engineers were predictable, consistent, and easy. nevertheless pedigree, the diver, was going to be a pain in the ass.Cable was a risk taker, a gambler. Any man who had spent ten years of his life working hundreds of feet underwater, breathing helium and working with explosive gas, had to have come to terms with fear, and fear was what Sam traded in.In close to cases the fear was easy to identify. It was not the fear of death that motivated Sams clie nts to buy it was the fear of dying unprep ard. If he did his job right, the clients would feel that by twist down a policy they were somehow tempting fate to social movement them to die untimely. (Sam had yet to hear of a death considered timely.) In their minds they created a new superstition, and like all superstitions it was based on the fear of irony. So, the sole(prenominal) lottery ticket you lose go external be the winning one, the one time you leave your drivers license at home is the time you will be stop for speeding, and when someone offers you an insurance policy that only pays you if youre dead, you fall in damn well buy it. Irony. It was a tacit message, only when one that Sam delivered with every sales pitch.He take the aired into Jim Cables office with the unusual musical note of cosmos totally unprepared. Maybe it was provided the girl who had thrown him, or the Indian.Cable was standing behind a long desk that had been fashioned from an old dinghy. He w as tall, with the thin, athletic build of a runner, and completely bald. He leng whenceed his hand to Sam.Jim Cable. Frank told me youd be coming, just now Im not sure I like this whole thing.Sam Hunter. Sam released his hand. May I tantalise? This shouldnt take long. This was not a superb start.Cable gestured for Sam to stick across from him and sat down. Sam remained standing. He didnt want the desk to act as a barrier surrounded by them it was in like manner easy for Cable to defend.Do you mind if I move this chair all oer to your side of the desk? I have some materials Id like you to see and I need to be beside you.You prat just leave the materials, Ill look them over.Technology had helped Sam over this barrier. wellspring, genuinely its not printed matter. I have it in my computer and I have to be on the same side of the cover charge song as you.Okay, I guess thats fine, therefore. Cable rolled his chair to the side to allow Sam room on the same side of the desk.Th ats one, Sam thought. He moved his chair, sat down beside Cable, and opened the notebook computer.Well, Mr. Cable, it looks like we can set this whole thing up without any more than a physical for you and Frank.Whoa Cable brought his hands up in protest. We havent agreed on this yet.Oh, Sam express. Frank gave me the impression that the decision had been made that this was just a meeting to confirm the tax status and pension benefits of the policy.I didnt chicane there were pension benefits.Thats why Im here, Sam give tongue to. 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 idea at all.Sam needed misdirection. He launched into the presentation like a pit cocksucker/Willy Loman crossbreed. As he spoke, the computer screen supported his statements with charts, graphs, and projections. Every quintuple seconds a message flashed across the screen faster than the eye could see, barely not so fast that it could not nibble on the lobes of the unconscious like a teasing lover. The message was BE SMART, BUY 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 dark while watching a commercial in which six to a great extent muscled kats got to run around on the beach impressing beautiful women presumably because they drank at large(p) beer. BE A STUD, DRINK LIGHT.Sam finished his presentation and stopped talking abruptly, feeling that he had somehow forgotten something. He waited, permit the silence become uncomfortable, letting the conversation lay on the desk in advance them like a dead cat, letting the diver come to the align conclusion. The first one to speak loses. Sam knew it. He sensed that Cable knew it.Finally, Jim Cable said, This is a great flyspeck computer you have. Would you consider exchange it?Sam was thrown. But what approximately the policy?I dont think its a good idea, Cable said. But I in accreditedity 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 untold for subliminal advertising. Sam made a mental 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, just this partnership policy is set up for right now. You are never going to be younger, youll never be in better health, the allowance will never be lower or the tax vantage 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, that Im not betting against myself on this. in that location it was. Cable was not afraid and Sam knew no way to instill the fear he needed. He had read that Cable had s urvived some(prenominal) diving accidents and even a helicopter crash while being shuttled to one of the offshore rigs. If he hadnt glimpsed his mortality before, then nothing Sam could say would put the Reaper in his shaving mirror. It was time to walk away and salvage fractional of the deal with Cables partner.Sam stood and closed the screen on the computer. Well, Jim, Ill talk to Frank slightly the specifics of the policy and set up the appointment for the physical.They shook hands and Sam left the office trying to analyze what had gone wrong. Again and again the fear factor came up. why couldnt he befall and touch that place in Jim Cable? Granted, his assimilation 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 thorn 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 off ice with the air conditioner on high. Still, when he arrived ten minutes later, his shirt was miffed with sweat.CHAPTER 4Moments are Our MentorsSanta Barbara in that respect are those days, those moments in life, when for no peculiar(a) actor the senses are heightened and the commonplace becomes sublime. It was one of those days for Samuel Hunter.The appearance of the girl, the wanting(p) she had awakened in him, had started it. past the Indians presence had so confused him that he was fumbling through the day marveling at things that before had never merited a second look. Walking back into his outer office he spied his secretary, Gabriella Snow, and was awed for a moment by just how tremendously, how incredibly, how child-frighteningly ugly she was.There are those who, deprived of physical kayo, develop a sincerity and beauty of center that seems to eclipse their appearance. They marry for love, stay married, and raise happy children who are quick to laugh and slow to jud ge. Gabriella was not one of those people. In fact, if not for her gruesome appearance, an unpleasant personality would have been her dominant feature. She was good on the phone, however, and Sams clients were sometimes so relieved to be out of her office 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 joblessly overqualified for the position and Sam remembered wondering why she was applying for it in the first place. For three years Sam had breezed by her desk without rattling looking at her, scarcely today, in his unbalanced state, her homeliness animate him to poetry. But what rhymed with Gabriella?She said, Mr. Aaron is very anxious to talk to you, Mr. Hunter. He pass along that you go right into his office as soon 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 quite diamond about seeing you like a shot.Gabriella paused and checked a notepad on her desk, then read, verbalize him to get his ass in my office as soon as he hits the door or Ill have him rat-fucked with a tire iron. What does that humble? Sam acquireed.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 cognise. You might ask him.Right, Sam said.He walked down the hall to Aaron Aarons outer office, composing the coterminous line of his poem along the way.It wouldnt surprise me in the leastIf you were ill-considered 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 do it 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/ stumper/dancer who typed, answered phones, and referred to hairdressers as geniuses, greeted Sam with a smile that evinced thousands in orthodontics 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 have a go at it what rat-fuck means?No, Aaron just said that he was going to do it to you for sucking the feel out of his new head.He got a new head? Whats this one?A kooky boar he shot last year. The taxidermist delivered it this morning.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 paneling adorned with the stuffed heads of a score of game zoologys, numbered prints of ducks on the wing, leather wing-back chairs, a cherry-wood desk provide of anything that might indicate that a business was being conducted. Sam immediately spotted the boars head.Aaron, its beautiful. Sam stood in front of the head with his arms 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 magazine he had been leafing through. Aaron had no interest in fashion it was the models that interested him. Sam had spent many an afternoon listening to Aarons forlorn daydreams of having a piece de resistance wife. How was I to fare 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(predicate) he would point to an ad in Vogue. Now, if I could only have a woman like that on my armShed have you surgically removed, Sam would say.Sure, be that way, Sam. You dont know what its like to think that getting a little strange could cost 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 sex because it was xv 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 together for virtually twenty years and Aaron always treated Sam as if he were still fifteen years old.I know exactly what someone with your income is supposed 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 rather liked the vision 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 generous 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 looking 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 office staff over this.Sam could see Aarons blood pressure rising red on his scalp. You thought it was a great idea last work week when I shewed it to you.Dont drag me into this, Sam, youre on your own with this one. Ive pulled some shit 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 displace himself very gently into one of the leather wing-backs. What Indian?Dont bullshit 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, hawkish way, Aaron was his friend and confidant, but h e 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 policemen, 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, change intensity at Sams obvious confusion. I know this was a big 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 cervid 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 savvy signing all your interest in the agency over to me and backdate it to last week. Then you would be working as an independent contractile organ like the other guys. I could show you, say, thirty cents on the dollar for you r shares under the table. Youd have enough to fight the good fight in court, and if they let you keep your license youll always have a job to come back to. What do you say?Sam stared at the cervid head, hearing Aarons voice only as a distant murmur. Sam was twenty-six years and twelve hundred miles away on a hill outside of tout 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 jailhouse Medicine Wing.CHAPTER 5The consecrate of a DreamCrow Country 1967Sam, then called Samson Hunts only when, stood over the carcass of the mule deer he had just shot, cradling the heavy Winchester.30?C30 in his arms.Did you thank the deer for giving its life up for you? pokey asked. As Samsons clan uncle, it was Pokeys job to teach the boy 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? Pok ey grinned around the Salem he held between his lips.No, I didnt know. Who should I give it to?It is a good yield for a clan uncle who has said many begers for your success in finding a spirit helper 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. Samson Hunts Alone sat down on the ground 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 rifle from the boy, levered a cartridge into the chamber, then let out a war shout out 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 aga in. You should be happy to give the deer away. You are Crow and it is the Crow way.Sam looked up, his golden look shot with red and brimming with tears. One of the boys at school 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 cut back against them for two hundred years before the white man came. identify 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 care for is untroubled you will beat him. When you go on your fast next 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 hope to find a spi rit helper to give him medicine, but he wasnt sure he believed, and he didnt know how to tell Pokey.Pokey, the boy said finally, very quietly, his voice barely audible over the hot breeze whistle through the prairie grass, a lot of people say that you dont have no medicine at all, that you are just a crazy drunk.Pokey put his face so close to Samsons that the boy could notion the cigarette-and-liquor smell coming off him. Then, softly, in a gentle, musical rasp 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 flip-flop. He untied the thong and unfolded the buckskin on the ground before the boy. In it lay an array of subtile teeth, claws, a tuft of tan fur, some loose tobacco, refreshed grass, and sage. The largest object glass 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. nil 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 grey-haired Man Coyote.Hes just in stories, Sam said. There isnt any aging 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 horses 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. Pretty 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 have 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. bordering 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 lingua 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 hold for the boy to doubt him.Im sorry, Pokey. The boy unsnapped the sheath on his belt and force a wickedly curved skinnin g knife. He held it out to the man, who took the knife and began to field-dress the deer.As he drew the blade down 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 drea med I give to you, Samson.What does that mean, Uncle Pokey?I dont know, but it is a very important dream. Pokey 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?