Regan Wolfrom - Coyote

“You can’t be serious. All the work you guys have done and you’re just going to hand it over?”

“All the work we did with our indentures, you mean.”

“I can’t believe your father would do that.”

“I don’t know. I’m not at the meetings. I’m not in charge of anything, Baptiste. For all I know, I’m just talking out of my ass…”

I couldn’t help myself. “Tell me more about this ass of yours…”

I heard Graham’s voice on the handheld. “Baptiste… you there? Over.”

I grabbed it and pushed to talk. “What’s up, Graham?”

“You need to get over here… over.”

“Okay… north shore, right?”

“North shore… probably four cottages from the end of the road. Over.”

I turned to Katie. “I guess we should both head over there. You okay with that?”

“Okay,” she said. I could tell that she was worried.

“I’m sure everyone’s okay… I know Graham… that was his ‘you need to see this’ voice.”

“I hope you’re right.”

Graham was standing by the road when we arrived. From what I could see, everyone else was still hard at work.

“What’s going on?” I asked him as Katie and I stepped out of the Walkers’ van.

“You guys aren’t being honest with us,” Graham said, glaring at Katie.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Come on… we’re not idiots.” He looked over to me. “They’ve already gone through these cottages, cherry-picking the best supplies.”

“How can you tell?” I asked.

“They did a crap-poor job of hiding it. Every cabinet and cupboard I’ve seen has been ransacked… what’s left is obviously less valuable than whatever they’ve already taken.”

“That’s a pretty big accusation,” Katie said. “Even if stuff’s missing, how can you be so sure that we’re the ones who took it?”

I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t trust the Walkers, obviously, and certainly not Livingston. But Graham seemed to be making some pretty big assumptions.

“Can I talk to you for a second, Graham?” I asked.

“I’m going to go inside and look around,” Katie said.

Once she’d left, Graham grabbed me by the arm.

I’ve rarely seen him that angry.

“You don’t believe me, do you?”

“I don’t have enough information, Graham.”

“So you can’t just trust me on this.”

“Come on, man… I know Livingston’s a shit, but I still don’t see how you can know for sure that they’re screwing us.”

“You know they are.”

I nodded. “But maybe it’s not going down how you think. And confronting them like this… I’m not sure it’s the right move. What did you say to Livingston?”

“I called him out on it. I told him that I could tell he was trying to put one over on us.”

“Dammit. You’ve put me in an awkward position here.”

“What’s awkward? You need to back me up.”

“I don’t think I can, Graham. Now isn’t the time for this.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“Nothing’s changed… we need to take what we can get here. Anything’s better than jack shit.”

“It’s not worth it. We can’t just sit here and take it up the rear for a few measly bags of rice.”

“It’s more than just a few bags of rice… there’s no way they managed to empty out everything of value from fifty-some cottages. Look… you need to drop it.”

“Come on, Baptiste.”

“Please… just drop it. You don’t need to play nice… just don’t be a dick about it.”

“No way… I’m not going to drop it. This is bullcrap and you know it.”

I grabbed him by both of his arms just below his shoulders. “You need to drop it, Graham. Trust me on this. Please.”

I could see that he wanted to keep arguing with me; I just held onto his arms for a moment, looking him right in the eye. I wasn’t trying to intimidate him; I know Graham better than that. I was trying to show him just how important it was for him to let it go.

He shook his head and sighed.

“Please,” I said again.

“I can see you don’t have my back on this. Too busy chasing another pair of tits.”

I didn’t say anything else. I just waited on him.

“Whatever,” he said. “Just don’t expect me to put any effort into making friends with these jerks.”

“I don’t expect any miracles. But seriously, Graham… thanks.”

“Just go back to the roadblock before Justin accidentally shoots himself.”

I nodded.

Katie came back outside just a few seconds later; I had a feeling she’d been listening in. That’s the way it is with the Walkers, I guess. They’ve got it bred into them.

Katie and I didn’t waste any time getting back to the camper. We found Justin and Sky outside, both of them leaning against our truck.

“Anything exciting happen?” I asked as I walked over to see them.

“We saw a bald eagle,” Justin said.

“That’s something.”

“So I guess it’s time to relieve you guys,” Katie said. She grimaced. “After I go to the ladies’ room, though.”

“I’ve got a few minutes of standing left in me,” Justin said. “Maybe enough for you to get those hands washed this time.”

She chuckled, and then she and Sky made their way into the camper. I was sure they’d be talking about us the second the door was closed.

“What happened?” Justin asked.

“Graham thinks they’re ripping us off… he thinks they’ve already taken out some of the best supplies.”

“What did Rihanna say about it? She’d have a better idea since she’s been in a few of those cottages before.”

“I didn’t get a chance to talk with her… but I don’t think it really matters if they did it or not. We can’t do anything about it either way. We just have to take what we can get.”

“So we’re their little bitches, eh?”

“I’m not happy about it either.”

“Well… fuck ’em.”

“Yes… fuck them we shall…”

There was something quite fetching about Katie…

“Shit, Baptiste. More pussy for you to chase. No wife around and you want to screw every bitch in the district.”

“Seriously, Justin? No wife? Do you remember anything about a goddamn apocalypse?”

“Speaking of fucking apocalypses… if you ever leave me with a goddamned indian again…”

“Is that some kind of joke?”

“What?”

“Take a look at me, Justin… what do I look like?”

“Come on…”

“If you want to be a goddamn bigot, just keep it to yourself, alright?”

“Shit… it’s not like—”

“Shut up,” I said. “There’s nothing you can say that’s going to make you look like less of a racist fuck right now.”

“Fuck you, Baptiste.”

“Yeah… fuck you, too. Now you don’t have to go into the trailer, but seriously, just get the hell out of my sight.”

That got me a nice middle finger.

He chose to head back to the trailer, and as he was going in Katie was coming out. She gave him a warm smile, and he nodded back.

“He looks pissed,” she said to me as she met me by the truck.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “He’s pissed at me.”

“That’s good… so what was going on with your friend Graham?”

“He doesn’t trust you.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry, Katie, but I don’t really trust you guys, either.”

“My father told me that you once shot out one of his tires.”

“He deserved it.”

“No, honestly… like, fuck your pissing matches. The only thing that stands between where we are right now and where we ought to be is like every man in the district and their tiny little penises. First it was just that garbage between you and Fisher Livingston… and now it seems to be you versus everyone else.”