Fourteen Stories, None of Them Are Yours: A Novel (Fiction Collective Two) by Luke B. Goebel

Author:Luke B. Goebel [Goebel, Luke B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781573668477
Publisher: University of Alabama Press
Published: 2014-09-29T21:00:00+00:00

Kid passed the gardens on the path to his room at the ranch. His suite. The day was a bust. Back by the buck and barrel and beavertail alongside the path, he kicked a clod with the toe of a boot and scattered it across the cement, dirt over the walkway the workers would have to clean when the rain stopped. Mexicanos. Mother's. Her workers. She owned the guest ranch. He thought of the man and his retard.

Hell of an idea was that retard. A show of a concept. Was that all he could get? Were they better in the sack? The Apache had stolen her, he'd said, from the only friend he had had, up in Colorado. The man who claimed himself real live Apache. Who'd lived everywhere. Lived in New York City and had a top office, somehow, wearing his hat, stiff greasecloth and feathers—lived in California in blue jeans, was in films, had bush galore, and was living now in a squat in Arizona near Mexico with a retard in A/C—and would soon be blowing his spunk, old man, in the A/C? Was this anywise the West?

Kid thought of his redhaired girl who just last night he was with in the purple flats beside a small fire he had made, the girl and her slick running shorts and thin shirt, her music of her blood he could sense, the southerly desert moon, the chill and hot rush of feeling inside her, in her running shorts, up high a little, higher inside, and her saying wait in a way he felt she too felt it, his desire bigger than that animal he rode, all that fear, all that glory. She felt it too but said wait . . . why, he couldn't know. Kid had waited. Then yes she whispered, “Let's go for it,” in the night flats, in the dust. What made her want Kid, he didn't know, but he wanted it all, the full holy and perverse merging, switching places and joining, the wild rush of heat and cool air, escaping everything wrong in favor of everything right in wrongness, beyond the world of their world, into the physical heat and new vision by fire.

Old Apache was going to blow his spunk? How ridiculous. In the A/C no less? Kid was not going to be in any A/C nor going to blow his spunk either. He wasn't fooling around. He was going to stay out of air-conditioning altogether and lift in the gym and be ready. He fit his key in the door and had an idea and certainly wasn't about to blow any spunk or sit in A/C breathing that A/C smell in the rain. He was going to get the jump on that Apache. He would get it following a plan he came up with in the rain before and while kicking the dirt clod, and fastening the plan as he stepped on the heel of his boot with his boot and pried his foot out.

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