Coldheart Canyon: A Hollywood Ghost Story by Clive Barker

Author:Clive Barker
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3, pdf
Tags: Unknown, General, fiction
ISBN: 9780061769054
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2009-10-26T23:00:00+00:00

"I wouldn't go any closer if I were you," Brahms advised her.

"Well you're not me," Tammy said, and without waiting for any further

response she pressed on over the uneven ground towards the two men in the mud. There

were sounds of birds overhead, and she glanced up at the sky as she walked towards

the men. It was spectacularly beautiful, and for a moment her thoughts were entirely

claimed by the piled cumulus and the partially-blinded sun. The darkness of the

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heavens between the clouds was profound enough that the brightest of the stars could

be seen, set in velvet grey.

When she looked back at Todd and Eppstadt, they were virtually

indistinguishable from one another physically-both liberally coated in mud. But it

was still dear which one was Eppstadt. He was letting out a virtually seamless

monologue about Todd. The general sense of which was that Todd was a vapid,

over-paid, talentless sonofabitch. Furthermore, when all this insanity was over he,

Eppstadt, was going to make certain that everybody knew that Todd had caused the

death of a number of innocent people with his arrogance.

As Tammy got closer to the fight it became evident to Tammy that this wasn't

going to end quickly or easily. Neither man was going to be talked down from their

fury; it had escalated too far. She could only hope they exhausted each other

quickly, before they attracted unwanted attention.

There seemed little hope of that. Though they'd fought to their feet again,

it was becoming harder and harder for either man to land a solid blow in this

slippery environment. Finally Eppstadt swung wide and went down in the mud, falling

heavily He struggled to get up, the heels of his hands sliding in the mud, but

before he could succeed, Todd clambered on top of him, and straddled him, his hands

at the man's throat. There was no fight left in Eppstadt. All he could do was gasp

and shake his head.

"You fuckhead," Todd said. "None of this would have happened...if you...had

made my fucking movie."

Eppstadt had by now recovered enough energy to speak. "I wouldn't put you in

a movie if my fucking life depended on it."

At which point, Tammy made her presence known. "Todd?"

It was Eppstadt who looked up first. "Oh Jesus," he said. "I wondered when

you were going to show your fat ass."

Tammy wasn't in the mood for long speeches. "Leave the shithead in the mud,

Todd," she said, "and let's just get out of here."

Todd grinned through his mask of mud; the megawatt smile. "It would be my

pleasure."

He got to his feet and stepped away. Eppstadt pulled his rather ungainly

bulk to his knees. He had lost one of his choice Italian shoes in the melee, and now

began to search for it. In fact, it had been flung wide of mud, close to where Tammy

was standing.

"Looking for this?" she said.

"Yes," he glared, beckoning with his fingers.

She tossed it in the thorn bushes.

"Cunt."

"Faggot."

"No. I am many things but a bugger I am not. Right, Brahms?"

"Don't bring me into this." Jerry said. "I just want us all out of here."

"We're coming, Jerry!" Todd said, not looking at him.

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