Pietro and Valencia part seventeen

The Coyote was on the prowl. A venomous slime oozed out of his pores, his hair was matted with vomit and his clothes stiff with dried offal. He cared not at all. He was consumed with the need for revenge, something he was very familiar with. His body was weak, dehydrated, sore, but he was in his truck, it was running, rough, but running. He didn't know it but he was very close to the turnoff that led to Estrella's little house. "Madre Diaz!" The Coyote spit out words like bullets. "Where is that fucking road? If that little sucker gave me wrong information I will go back to the village and kill him again!" The people back in the village had yet to discover that a young boy had been tortured and murdered. When the body was found, with the letters c, o, and y, scratched crookedly in the dirt, a bloodied hand grasping a bloody stick, it was obvious that the boy had been left for dead, that he had lived only long enough to try to identify his killer, that he had suffered terribly before death gave him release from his pain. No one had any doubts who it was that had created this gruesome scene. If the villagers had been angry with the actions of the Coyote before, it was nothing compared to the rage that grew within each of them now. The young boys Mother kneeled on the ground next to her son beating the ground with her hands, keening with her loss. A few of the men drew away from the crowd. No words were spoken, they knew what they must do. Each went their separate ways to gather things they would need to punish the man, no, the animal they would soon seek. It was not long before they met again, loaded their things into a truck, most of them riding in the back, and blew dust as they headed out to capture their prey. El Diablo's truck slid sideways, brakes squealing, as he tried to make the turn that would lead him to Estrella. The truck rocked, almost on two wheels before the spinning tires grabbed the dust and the vehicle roared on. "I am coming, you old whore! You will tell me where they went or get your wrinkled old skin ready to be scraped from your body!". The Coyote howled. He almost hoped the old woman would resist so he could cause more pain. He thought of the screams he would hear. He smiled. He was pushing the truck so hard it slid from side to side as he flew up the road. It was not long before Estrella's house came into view. The grin grew wider. The mouth and the spaces where teeth used to be formed an evil look, almost like a face carved into a jack-o-lantern. Estrella saw dust before she heard the sounds of the truck. She knew who was coming. She was ready for him. She knew the information he sought from her would never pass her lips. After a life lived alone, caring for herself, Estrella was not afraid to die to protect Pietro and Valencia, in fact, it was her plan to do just that. The Coyote would not be expecting that. Her lips curved into a smile. She was sorry that she wouldn't live to see the frustration and anger that would distort the Coyote's evil face. If one could look down from the sky over the desert between the village and Talico, they would see Pietro and Valencia limping down the mountain, the dead jeep left behind, very close to reaching their destination. The retched Coyote still had fuel left but it would not be enough to catch the young couple. With no information from Estrella, the Coyote's search zigzagged all over the mountain, his efforts to get his revenge successfully foiled, at least for now. And the villagers following the Coyote? They knew where they were going. They had left Estrella's after burying her mutilated body, easily finding the trail the Coyote left. If one could look down from the skies would would they wonder how it would all end? Or just smile, knowing it was all part of God's plan.

Pietro an Valencia part sixteen

The light from the star faded as the suns light crept over the nearby hills. Valencia's eyes watered. Sadly she looked at Pietro, "Pietro, do you think we are close to Talico now?"
"I hope so, I know we are very close to being out of gas.". Pietro said softly.
He hated to give her reason to be sad but he could not hide the fact that the gas was almost gone, maybe a few more hours, maybe more if the going was not too rough.
Valencia rubbed the tears from her eyes, struggling to recapture the confidence she had felt last night when the star appeared. "I am such a putta! I wanted to follow the star's light. I truly believed it would lead us to Talico. Now, maybe we are lost. The map, Estrella's map, we don't even know where we are. She would be very disappointed in me. Stupid putta!"
Valencia hugged her knees trying to make herself smaller. She was so tired, so dirty, so hungry. Where had her faith gone? For a moment she even wondered if she should have stayed at home, not gone with Pietro. Horrified she screamed. "No! No,no,no! I will never regret wanting to be with my love and if it is God's plan to die here in the mountains, then we die,"
Pietro's eyes grew large with fear. Had she doubted her decision? His guilt grew, he should not have taken her from the safety of her family, the comforts of her home, the good food, plentiful money, the opportunities to have a better life. He could offer her nothing, but his love. Nothing. He pressed down hard on the brake pedal bringing them to a shuddering stop.
Valencia let go of her knees and pushed her shoulders back. Her mouth turned into a defensive
line, her jaw tightened with determination.
"Pietro, forgive this foolish girl, I know God will help us. I love you more than myself. Of course," she replied, a tired smile curving her lips up at the corners, "I honestly don't love myself very much at the moment. I stink!"
The young woman laughed throwing her head back, hair flying freely. Coyly she looked up at Pietro. " mi amore, can you love a stinking little Mexican girl?"
Pietro could feel his body relax with relief then stiffen with pride. She did love him!
"Hey, you had better remember you are my stinky woman!" His dust covered face, streaked with sweat, looked younger then a few minutes earlier. Pride, joy and passion once more were reflected by his smile.
Valencia brought one shoulder up to her chin and shyly ,flirtingly, blinked her eyes. "Pietro, my stallion, have you stopped here to ravish this poor stinky woman?"
Pietro laughed and reached for her, but she wiggled away and jumped out of the old jeep.
She ran around with her lover chasing her until finally, she let him catch her and they both dropped to the ground.
"I could have you now, you know, if I was not so stinky. Maybe ....... After we bathe .....in that little creek over there?"
Valencia gasped. "Oh Pietro! You are so mean to tease me! Really, is there really water? How could I have missed it?"
Pietro helped her stand and they hurried to the creek. In reality it was more like a dried up creek with a trickle of water lazily drifting down between the rocks, but it was water. They
tore at their clothes and greedily plunged their hands into the wettness. First, pouring the water sloppily into their mouths, then rubbing the sweat, dirt and despair from their bodies.
They threw water at each other. They laughed. And lastly they laid down holding each other, kissing, touching. Their groans were loud and silky with desire. Sweat returned but this time it did not make them feel dirty, but hot, naked, crazy with longing.
It took some time before the love noises slowed and the young lovers lust turned into soft, sweet holding.
"Pietro, I am thinking I need to wash all over again!". Valencia grinned, the look of a child in wonder blooming on her face.
Pietro rose and quickly stuck his hand into the water and tenderly began to wash Valencia. He started with her face, slowly moving down until he reached her belly. He stopped, looking into her eyes, he grinned wickedly, "Valencia, my love, I am going to stop before I start something else.".
Valencia pouted but knew he was right. They both returned to the water, this time with little haste, and cleaned themselves once again. They stood, letting the morning sun dry their bodies, looking around, wondering which direction they should go today. Dressing in dirty clothes, the two filled all the jugs with water and climbed back into the jeep.
Pietro started the engine and began steering the jeep down the mountain,careful to avoid the rocks.
"Pietro, how do you know which way to go? There is no star.". Valencia asked.
"My love, God will show us the way, he will take us where he wants us to go.". Pietro smiled. "Isn't that what you told me?"
Valencia put her hand on top of Pietro's, she relaxed into the seat. "Yes. Oh Pietro, yes, God will not desert us now."
The old jeep rumbled on. The fuel tank was nearing empty, but their faith was renewed. They would find the way. God would steer the jeep to safety.

Pietro and Valencia, part fifteen

Pietro and Valencia drove slowly over the rough ground, hoping they were heading in the right direction.
Tampico, their destination, was somewhere out beyond their sight. Both were silent. Suddenly Valencia screamed and pointed up towards the heaven, "look Pietro, see the star, like the star that guided Joseph and Mary to Bethlehem!". Valencia's eyes were watery, the pupils big and black, her face full of pure faith.
Pietro looked at her with wonder. She was so beautiful. As much as he loved her, Pietro was very afraid he did not deserve this sweet lovely girl.
Valencia poked Pietro gently with her elbow, "hey, you are not looking! Look, look at the star! Pietro, it surely will guide us to Tampico!"
Pietro looked upward and saw a star so bright he was almost convinced that Valencia's belief seemed possible. He knew it could not be, but he would not tell Valencia, she was so sure.
"Of course, my love, God is showing us the way." Pietro tried to make his words as passionate as his beloved, but she heard the doubt.
"Pietro, please you must believe, I have lived in God's arms all of my life, I know this is his hand at work, I know it. We must get going, now, while it is dark and we can follow the
light."
Pietro nodded. He held Valencia tightly in his arms, his lips kissing the tender spot just
behind her ear. He heard her groan and felt her body relaxing into his. "yes, my love, it is
as you say. Forgive me for my stupid ways, I was not raised in the church like you, I will
trust in you as you trust in the Lord and we will both find the way."
Valencia turned her head so their lips met. It was a brief kiss, but there was deep passion behind it.
Within minutes they were following the light. Pietro still had doubts, but after a little
while, he began to believe that the star was indeed guiding them....somewhere.
They rode in silence. Two young hearts full of possibilities.

The Coyote would have laughed grimly if he had known what the two runaways were thinking, but
at the moment he was himself praying......and cursing...as his belly and bowels roared in
pain.
He couldn't have anything left in his body. Never had he puked so much. Never had his bowels run so violently, exploding without notice, the foul smelling excrement flowing down his legs
when he tried to stand. His clothes had been shed long before, when the horror had first
begun.
He thought of the men back in town. The ones that had caused this. He wanted to kill them all.
"Fuck with me will you? Your life is over, I will make you eat your own shit before I am through with you!".
The Coyote ranted in between dry heaves, naming the men in the little town one by one. "filthy scum! You and you stupid families will all pay!". Small smile made his face even uglier.
Maybe he would burn the whole town. They had it coming, scum sucking bastards!
His body folded over, cramps and spasms of unbelievable pain racking his fat body. Hours later, when the cramps at last stopped, the Coyote rolled over, his body covered with the sticky, stinking diarrhea and vomitus. He didn't even know that he had rolled around until his head lay in the offal.
The people of the town would have been celebrating, at least until El Diablo returned to seek
his vengeance.
The episode had lasted several hours. The sleep, or whatever it was, would delay him hours more. The weakness that followed made even him think briefly about turning back.
He wanted to kill the ones who caused his pain.
He also wanted to find the little Mexican whore and show her what a real man could do, with that pitiful boyfriend watching while his fucking girlfriend got fucked, over and over until
she was dead. Maybe he would even continue after that. His pleasure coming from the pain
that would be etched on Pietro's wet horror filled face.
The sick smile that touched his lips was only momentary. Only seconds passed before he felt his stomach rolling over, and once again his body emptied yellow bile and mucus, over and over
again.
The 'brave' Coyote passed out.
He did not see the star that Valencia and Pietro saw. He wouldn't have understood. God had
left him behind long ago, and El Diablo hadn't even noticed.

It's been a while....

Do I have a reason for not posting for a while. Yeah. Pain. It kind of saps every creative juice out of you. Or me. But.... I am better yay.
Soon I will continue the saga of Pietro and Valencia. Hmmmm what will they be up to now? Battle to the death? No that might end the story, or would it? Do I hear a sputtering of an old jeep engine? The sun progresses it's downward spiral, but night is still along time away, not long enough for some. Watch for it.

Pietro and Valencia, Part Fourteen

Five or six miles out of town the truck started to burp.  The engine sounded like it had had too many beans and it belched and lurched and burped until it finally stopped.
"What the fuck?"  shouted the Coyote.  "God damned piece of shit!"  He got out of the truck and opened the hood.  He looked at the engine but he had no clue as to why it had made the weird sounds and then quit.  He slammed his fist into the hood and spewed curses into the air.  He got back into the truck and turned the key.  There was a wrenching squawk, but the engine did not start.  The Coyote leapt out of the truck, slammed the door and kicked it hard.  He was beyond mad, he was raging.  Crazy.  He had no skills to fix the truck, now he would have to walk back to town and find someone to come and get the stupid thing going.  Time and money.  "Fuck."  Again he kicked at the truck.  Again he swore. Then he began the hike to town, kicking rocks and making dust that choked his throat and made him cough.  He wanted to hurt something, someone.  It took him hours to reach the little town and he headed straight to the bar.  He hadn't taken his water when he left he truck and he was desperately thirsty.
He blew into the bar like a thunderstorm, howling for tequila.  The bartender could feel his bowels tightening in fear, but he took the bottle to the Coyote's table and set it down along with a glass, then  hurried back to the little bit of safety of the bar provided.  His eyes watched, waiting for the man to explode.  It didn't happen.  The Coyote drank half the bottle, slapped some money on the table and left.  Other than his ordering the tequila, he had said not a word.  That scarred the bartender even more.
The Coyote headed for the gas station.  When he arrived, smelling of liquor, and not quite walking straight, he glowered at the station attendant and demanded to know where the boy's boss was.  Now.
The boy told him that Juan was at home.  He was too afraid to lie.  The Coyote left, heading for Juan's house.  As soon as he had turned the corner, the boy ran out the back and taking a shortcut, ran as fast as he could for Juan's house.  He found him and quickly told him the Coyote was on his way.  Juan had expected it, but the thought of facing the man whose gas he had tainted was definitely not a pleasing prospect.  "Go back to the station."  He told the boy.  "It will be okay."  The boy looked at him with doubt, but did what he was told.  He didn't want to be here when the Coyote showed up.  Juan went into the house and told his wife to go to her mothers.  "The Coyote is coming, I don't want you here.  Go, quickly, I will come for you when he is gone."  His wife was afraid for her husband, but she did what he said.
Juan tried to look relaxed as he worked at fixing the old car he had been working on when the boy arrived.  The Coyote shouted as soon as he saw Juan.  "My fucking truck died on me in the middle of nowhere.  What the fuck could be wrong with the thing?  You come fix it.  I don't have time for this shit."  The Coyote scowled, his face screwed up in frustration and anger.  He hated to have to depend on anybody.  He hated when things did not go his way.
If he only knew thought Juan.  "Your truck died?"  Juan said seriously.  "What happened?"
"I don't know what the fuck happened, if I did I wouldn't be here would I?  Just get your stuff and take me back to my damn truck and get it going.  I have business to do."  The Coyote stood almost touching Juan, nose to nose, he didn't speak as much as he choked out the words.
"Sure, sure, just let me pack up some tools, I really don't know what I'll need.   It will only take a minute."  Juan loaded a few tools, and some gas, into his own truck and got in.  He motioned for the Coyote to get in the passenger seat.  "Okay, where too?"
"West, out of town, toward the mountains.  About five miles.  Just go, hurry, I want to get going before it gets dark."  The Coyote was getting tired.  The effects of the tequila were wearing off.  He wished he had taken the bottle with him.  He was thirsty and he could feel the beginnings of hunger pangs rumbling in his belly,  reminding him he had not eaten lunch and it was nearing dinner time.  "Stop at the cantina first, I need something."  He grumbled to Juan, gesturing wildly.
Juan was only to happy to delay any way he could.  And he knew the owner of the cantina was aware of what was going on between the Coyote and Pietro, the fires and the pain that the evil man had caused.   Juan hoped he would be far away by the time the food did it's work.  The Coyote would not be having any fun tonight.  Juan almost smiled.  He stopped the truck in front of the cantina and watched as the Coyote went inside and demanded a quick meal to take with him.  The owner knew what to do.  He retreated to the kitchen, packed a few things into waxed brown paper and handed them to the waiting man.  "Wait."  He said.  "I'll get you some water to go with that."
"Don't bother with fucking water, give me a couple of bottles of Cervesa.  Cold."  The Coyote was grabbing the wrapped up food, as the cantina owner went into the back of the restaurant to get the cold beer.  Not much he could do to the beer, it was capped.  He hoped it made the intestinal troubles that the Coyote was going to have worse.
"Hurry up!  I ain't got all day"  The Coyote belched loudly as he yelled. The owner handed him a sack with the beers.
"Put it on my tab."  The Coyote sneered.
The cantina owner didn't even react.
The Coyote jumped back into the truck with his packages and gestured to Juan to get going.  Before they reached the Coyote's broken down truck, the man had eaten everything in the package and drank both beers.  The jouncing of the truck on the rough roads didn't help him digest the food.  He felt like shit.  Maybe he had eaten too fast.
Juan pretended to check out the engine, he fiddled with a few things and undid one of the belts and then reconnected it. He bent deep under the hood, banging his tools to make some noise.  He wanted the Coyote to think he was doing something.  After he had crawled under the truck and banged around a bit there, he finally crawled out and poured some gas into the gas tank.  Again he fiddled around under the hood, adjusting the carburetor so the engine would once again work.  After a few attempts, the engine caught and rumbled to life.  Juan saw the first actual smile on the Coyotes face, but if he had expected a thank you, which he didn't, he would have been disappointed.  The Coyote got behind the wheel and shut the door.  "It better not die again, you grease monkey, or you will regret it."  He revved the engine, put the truck in gear and roared down the road, dust flying.  Juan didn't mind the dust.  He got back in his own truck and headed home.  He would stop at his wife's mother's on his way home.  He could relax now, at least for a while.  He would enjoy the evening, especially knowing that the Coyote was going to be very uncomfortable, even miserable.  Yes, Juan would have good night.  He smiled all the way home.

April 17th, 2011 just life

My 62nd birthday was great.  My husband brought me a latte in the morning.  I went and got my haircut and it turned out great and it was only $26.00 because they have a special for birthday services.  Yay!  Eight of us went to dinner and it was delicious, and the wine was 50% off so we had two bottles.  Yum!  Then we all went home and had cake and champagne.  Awesome.  Oh, but did I mention that I chipped a tooth then tripped and fell going up the stairs to our house after dinner and broke a toe. Ouch.  But.........then.... I had a great conversation with my son, Robert, Howard got me an ice pack for my toe, and I finished off the champagne.   So today, 4 days later, my toe still hurts along with some other bumps and bruises that showed up and I have an appointment with the dentist on the 18th.  Did I mention that I hate going to the dentist.  Oh well.  Sometimes God listens and sometimes....Yeah, the good and bad in life, it's just life.

Toys

Okay, so my birthday is on Wednesday, but I got my present early, an iPad 2! I am writing this on my new toy. Love it, love it, love it! Life has been weird lately, I haven't had time to write. Soon, but I must play, the child in me calls.....and I am a very demanding thing.