Dennis Yates - Red Mountain

“So they really think I killed the guy?”

Will stared back at him. Robert could see the slight smirk in the corners of his mouth. God he sometimes hated him when he did that.

“Well did you?” Will asked.

“Fuck you. You really think I have it in me to drown someone?”

“No, I don’t… But then again, if I thought this asshole was one of the guys who broke into my house, beat the shit out of me and stole my family then yeah, I’d be tempted to show the bastard a good time!”

“I didn’t know him, Will. He had nothing to do with what happened the other night.”

“So what the hell were you doing up there man. Giving swim lessons?”

Robert stared numbly at the black road rushing under them. He glanced around for cars, then brought the bottle of tequila to his lips and swallowed. After a few minutes he wasn’t aware of the pain as badly, and his head felt clearer than it had been for days. Nugget nuzzled her head against his neck, and while they cruised the desolate freeway back to Will’s house, Robert told him everything that had happened. Afterwards he cried for Steven, and he cried for Peggy and Connor although he refused to believe they weren’t still alive…

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Once the garage door rolled down behind them, they went to the back of the El Camino and pulled away the leather cover from the top of the bed. Lying at the bottom was a shape wrapped in a black muddy tarp, a plump human form with a rope tied around its neck and ankles and anchored down by the same rusted tire rims Will had kept back there for years. There was a breathing hole punched in the tarp approximately where the mouth would be, no larger perhaps than what a head of a screwdriver could make and bloody around the edges …

Robert edged up closer, heart hammering with rage and his eyes playing tricks. What he thought he saw lying before him was a demon, and before he was aware of what he was doing, his fists were raining blows against the plastic-wrapped head of the railroad shooter Will had ambushed.

“Robert!” Will shouted. “Stop!”

Robert paused, but his fists were still bobbing before him. “Where are they? What have you done with them?” he screamed at the shape.

“Go fuck yourself!” squealed a voice below the plastic.

Robert cut into him some more. Blood spouted from the mouth hole. The shrouded figure squirmed as Robert’s blows warmed the plastic until it molded mask-tight against an anguished face.

He’s just a man. A pathetic bag of human shit…

Will seized Robert by the wrists and held him until he stopped fighting. Overcome by dizziness, Robert gripped the tailgate to keep from fainting. They both watched as the man’s barrel-shaped chest heaved high a final time.

Swiping a remote control from his workbench, Will kicked a stereo into action. Speakers attached to the rafters instantly thundered with Metallica, one of Will’s favorite bands, keeping what was really happening inside the garage from seeping into the outside world.

Will shouted. “Are you done, Bobby? Because I hope you didn’t want to just bring him here to kill him. You could have done that back at the tracks.”

“You know I can’t make any promises. If he doesn’t start giving me anything useful he’ll be bringing it on all by himself.”

“Then give him a fucking chance to talk some more, okay?”

Will turned down the volume of the stereo to a bearable level. He bent over the body and poked at it with his finger until it began to wiggle beneath the tarp. The man beneath it released a low howl. Will glared back at Robert.

“You had me worried. I thought for sure you’d knocked him out, or worse.”

Will saw how Robert’s face seemed to have deepened into layers of shadow. His friend’s eyes had greatly changed since he’d seen him at Connor’s birthday party last month, playing horseshoes in the backyard and laughing. Instead they were heavy now with a pale fire—something Will hadn’t seen since Mexico. He saw it in himself too… The signs of a darker consciousness moving in, taking up residence. In this state all boundaries lost their meaning. Rules were for people who never had to take on evil with their bare hands.

He’d prayed in his own way that they would never have to go back to this place again…

But it wasn’t their fault. It had come looking for them.

“So what do you plan to do with him when you’re done?” Will asked.

Robert wiped his hands with a rag. “Do you know where I can find a trash compactor?”

Will shook his head and then moved nervously over to the big freezer where he normally stored his elk and salmon steaks. For the past couple years he’d lost his desire to hunt or fish. It wasn’t the same as it had been in his younger years. Hardly anyone showed nature much respect these days. They left loads of garbage behind, vandalized and killed or maimed things just to be mean.

Robert was surprised when Will lifted the door of the freezer and his hand came out with two icy bottles of beer. He limped forward and stared inside. It was empty except for some frost-covered bags lying at the very bottom. Ancient vegetables.

He was struck by an idea...

Will popped the beers and handed one to him, then tipped back his own bottle and drank the whole thing down all at once. Will rarely drank his beers slowly, for they always warmed up way too soon for him, became what he commonly referred to as donkey piss.

“Ah shit that’s cold!” he said, striking his chest with his fist and belching, just as Robert had seen him do hundreds of times. Will’s face was flush with color.

“Now what do you think we should do with our new friend?”

“I think I should take care of this alone.”

“Bullshit. You’re in no shape to do anything right now. Do you realize how far you must have fallen off that train trestle? I thought for sure I’d have to scrape you into a bag.”

“I know. But I think I should…”

Suddenly the floor shifted below Robert’s feet, and Will caught him by his upper arm before he fell forward.

“Whoa, buddy. You’ve got to take it easy. You need to let your old friend Will carry the water for awhile.”

A wave of nausea swept up and down Robert’s body like cold jelly. Gradually, it sloshed to the bottom of his stomach, where it appeared to settle. He took several deep breaths.

“This has nothing to do with you, Will. I’ve dragged you into my problems before, remember? You almost got fucking killed.”

“Look, you’re like a brother to me, Bobby. No matter how bad things get, I’ve got to be there with you. You can’t do something like this all alone.”

Robert patted Will’s shoulder. “I know. But you must listen to me. You need to go inside and let me handle him my own way.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“I’m sure.”

“And you’re not going to kill him, right?”

“Of course I won’t.”

Frowning, Will handed Robert the remote control to the stereo. “Then you might want this.”

Robert ran his thumb over the small panel of buttons and grinned. “Do you have any Beethoven?”

Will gave him the finger as he turned to leave. When he got to the door that opened into the house, he heard a loud thud from behind. He turned and saw Robert dragging the tarp mummy across the floor while Nugget frantically sniffed at it. As Will closed the door the freezer filled the garage with its sterile opaque light accompanied by muffled screams.

Will’s teeth began to chatter.

Jesus. He’s going all out…

CHAPTER 36

After he’d taken a bath and bandaged his hip, Robert fed Nugget some cooked hamburger Will had in the fridge before lying down on the couch to rest and eat a sandwich. His knife wound hadn’t been quite as bad as he’d feared, and the butterfly bandages and gauze seemed to pull the wider places together. Still it hurt like hell and could have really used a few stitches, but Will had left him something for the pain before going to bed.