Rabbit Boss by Thomas Sanchez

Author:Thomas Sanchez [Sanchez, Thomas]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-307-49748-2
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Published: 2013-01-30T16:00:00+00:00

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THE FOX was close. The smell of Rabbit flesh closer. The woman of his son even closer. She sat at the edge of the slow water. The Sun touched all of her naked shoulders. The brown arch of her back glowed as she bent to wash her feet in the slow water. At her side were lined five Rabbits. Their skin had been cut free and their guts pulled clean. She had held them deep in the current of the stream until all the blood had flowed from them and the meat of their bodies was left white. Her back straightened, she brought her feet from the water and dried them in the tall grasses. The sharp musk of ginger grew up around her. Her hands parted the soft blades of grass and exposed a swirl of purple flowers spreading among the whiteroots of grass. She tore loose the plant pressed against the damp Earth and shook the rootstock free of clinging sod before pulling the length of its whitestem between two fingers, exploding the moist fragrance in her hands. Her hands held all the fragrance, she slowly rubbed it in the thick hair beneath her outstretched arms, then deep into the darkness between her legs. Her nostrils widened, her body bore the scent of wild ginger, the full purple bloom of its flower she tucked high into the black hair of her head. She rose from the grass and turned her back to the stream. Before her was the man of her heart. Her eyes touched his in the moment, as if the flight of two Birds suddenly crossed. His eyes saw away from her. His eyes saw only gray, the blink of the Fox eye. But she saw his shoulders bent with her burdens. His shoulders weighed beneath her offense, for the boychild she gave to him was brought out of her body in winter, that was the sign shown to her she had wronged the man Gayabuc. That was the offense. Now he had journeyed far from her heart. His dream lived with the White Ghosts he had seen eat of their own flesh on yonder lake, his Spirit journeyed there always, to yonder lake, his eyes saw away from her only to that day, emptied his body of all else. She heard the call of her name. “Painted Stick! Painted Stick!” The sound did not come from the man standing before her. It came from behind him, where the people were gathered on the meadow with all of the work of the Rabbit hunt going on before them. “Painted Stick! Painted Stick,” the young girl calling her name came running past the man, holding in her arms the straight back cradle with the crying boychild. “He has sucked milk from Hinaya, his belly is full. But he will not close his eyes until he has tasted milk from the breast of his woman.” The girl brought the baby forward to Painted Stick, then she stopped. The scent of wild ginger raced in the air, it flew off the body of Painted Stick.

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