(This series is a collaboration with my good friend Sanchez. His ideas, I ran with it. We will see how it evolves. He has a sound concept, and characters, I'm primarily piecing it all together and seeing how it plays out. We hope you enjoy our efforts.)
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MIDNIGHT Episode 024: reCOIL
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Harbinger Shoals, South Carolina...2:00 PM
"Did Sanchez hit on you?"
Crimson Merrick hurried to her father's side as he and Bobby Black Fox assisted in nailing planks to a backyard deck framed out relatively quickly by Niles Gullivant. Hovering next to Nodin she trembled more from her father's expectations than that of Nick's trimmer shaving her pubes without even a cut mark from being so close to her flesh. Crimson appeared to be tough not flinching in the heat of the moment, but in all honesty, she was a worry wart. "Not... exactly! I changed clothing right in front of him. It took three times pulling my pants up to get a solid glance. He was too busy with Dawn Bearpaw."
"Once he noticed?"
"Tried to hand me a weed eater. When I refused to take it... he walked off without even a whistle. I feel so ugly now." Nodin rolled his eyes at her; she was hands down one of the most beautiful girls on the Rez. Business beautiful most days. Today was the first day she had worn pants in over three months.
"Keep trying. I want to know if he can be persuaded to overstep his pride."
"How does that matter Dad? Guys naturally overstep. He's just another..." She thought of the video her father showed her of how Nick took out Oliver Heavy Feather with subtle ease. "...I'll try but I don't think he's going to chase after me. He seems to like Dawn more. We've heard wind he's into Midnight Amador too. Maybe he has enough on his plate without me."
"Make... him... want you." Nodin growled.
"Yes Daddy." She left her father before his commanding stare made her pee her pants. Mainly because she really did need to tinkle. She just didn't know where. Mind off of it at the moment she searched for Nick and found him heading toward the barn with the weed eater still in his possession. Sucking up her pride Crimson Merrick wiggled toward the barn after him. Grass still on both sides of the beaten path she persistently looked about for snakes. Tempted to run she just walked carefully, terrified of every step she took.
Young Lukas Porcupine on his riding mower drove by her blowing kisses, "Hi Crimson." She cocked a brow at the boy for his flirty nature but like many on the Rez didn't take it personal. The boy did have Downs Syndrome so mocking him was not in her nature. Waving as he continued onward, she hadn't even noticed a coral snake slithering across the walkway behind her, spooked into running for its life from the mower. It was a maze of activity, and the beasts of the field were as much on edge as the humans.
Within the barn Nick met up with Veronica Redmane and her father Joey in looking over the 1963 Jeep Gladiator. Joey having popped the hood was examining the engine, V inside the Jeep for safety. Beside Joey stood Dawn Bearpaw as ordered by Nick to make certain Joey didn't notice the trap door beneath the truck. Finding old cardboard boxes broken down Dawn had swiftly used those to slip under the vehicle to mask the door. Smart thinking on her part even with spiders in the boxes running for cover.
"Engine looks healthy but until I can get a fresh battery and gasoline, even if I hotwired this bad boy I wouldn't know for sure. It has oil so that's a good sign." Joey pulled the dipstick. "Wonder when this was driven last?"
"No idea who even owned it." Nick held the weed eater over his shoulder like a baseball bat. He hadn't bothered to research it with his people. People being computer friends, hackers if you must know. Said people paid very well to watch his back when he wasn't looking.
"Doesn't matter! It's yours now, right?" Joey expressed.
"All that you can see." Nick mused peering at Dawn Bearpaw, her eyes flaring at him as if hearing her deceased master Tom Sylver speaking through this enigmatic man in black. She nearly spoke "Yes Sir!" but bit her lip. Mentally honoring him was good enough. As if choosing the perfect time to enter Crimson Merrick knocked at least on the rickety bar door. Having stood outside a moment to unbutton her red shirt down to her lowest cleavage to let Nick, now everyone in the barn see her 36C's, nipples poking through the red zone.
"There you are. If you want me to trim around the barn here hand that assault rifle over." She hoped to get a curious reaction out of Nick when calling it a rifle. All he did was pass it off to her without even a glance and continued talking to Joey. Bearpaw grew instantly wise to the girl's use of her body. Having gone through High School with the Merrick girls she knew one thing. Crimson was not the real slut of the two, so why was she showing off? Her Father must have had some agenda he needed her to perform. At least Nick didn't look at her after declaring ownership of all that he could see. That would be war. Nodin Merrick would never allow his girls to be owned by anyone other than he. "Is there a working bathroom in the house?"
"Off limits. Cop a squat outside." Nick informed her. She offered a queer look toward the outside world and hesitantly stepped away with the grass trimmer. Shivering at how cold his response was her thighs grew moist. Not good considering her necessity to pee. With so many workers out and about with other riding mowers, she chose to go into hiding. Careful where she was stepping, she moved through the overgrowth surrounding the humongous barn until shrouded by tall weeds and a big willow tree. Dropping her denim jeans, she prepared to squat but feared peeing on her pants. Groaning she kicked her tennis shoes aside and slipped her jeans off holding them as she crouched to tinkle. Balance iffy she used the weed eater as a cane on the ground. Urinating with a sigh of relief she teetered just a bit to her left.
"OHHHH SHIT!" She lost complete control as the grass gave way and she fell sideways into the hole. Dropping the weed eater, it tapped against the back of the barn with a subtle thump. In the hidden ground next to her was a sunken ravine about 8X10 but only 3 feet deep. The fall wasn't the problem. The snakes were. Freezing in the reeds covering the hissing serpents she counted 5 reasonably sized rainbow Corals. Two coiled ready to strike. Crimson could not move, nor scream for fear of being bitten.
Nick leaning over the hood of the Jeep had heard her muffled "Oh Shit" moment along with the sudden tap. Veronica also hearing it reminded him that it was her ghost. Joey looking toward Nick with a haunted glare realized Nick was sharper than he might have guessed. Stepping away Nick took a walk around the barn, Joey on his heels as back up. Seeing Crimson's foot path of pressed down grass, they eased their way to the backside of the barn. There Nick spotted the weed eater handle against the barn wall.