"She wanted me," Earl remarked. "Poor girl could barely hold herself back."
"Vampire thing?" Duke asked.
Earl glowered. "You saying a hot, young woman couldn"t find me attractive if I weren"t undead? You always gotta be knocking me down. I tell you what. I got laid plenty when I was still alive."
"Cousins don"t count, Earl."
The vampire tossed his pillow in the trunk. "Up yours."
Duke chuckled. "Jeez, you can be such a sensitive puss. I was just funnin" you, Earl."
"Yeah, well those kind"a jokes ain"t funny. Every time you make "era, you"re reinforcing negative stereotypes. It"s the sign of a reactive mind, y"know. People like you are the reason prejudice is still a problem."
"Give me a break, Earl."
"No. Really." Earl stepped into his trunk but didn"t sit down. "You may think it"s all harmless, just a little joke, but people like you are the foundation of intolerance. Without you, the dangerous bigots couldn"t exist."
Duke closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He"d heard this particular speech many times before. It was a hazard that came with an "enlightened" traveling companion.
"Okay. I"m sorry."
"I use"ta make jokes like that. I use"ta think they were harmless. But then I learned that they"re products of a reactive mind."
"Alright, Earl. I got it. I got it. No more jokes. I"ll just be a boring, preachy b.a.s.t.a.r.d all the G.o.dd.a.m.n time."
"You just don"t get it, do you?" Earl sighed.
"Guess not."
The vampire sat in his trunk and redirected the conversation back to its original topic. "She had a h.e.l.luva a.s.s."
"I didn"t notice."
"You"d have to be blind not to notice."
Duke half-smiled. "Yeah. Guess so."
"Nice t.i.ts, too."
"Perfect legs."
"And those lips."
"Good neck," Duke added.
"What the h.e.l.l is that supposed to mean?"
"Nuthin". Just thought she had a good neck."
"d.a.m.n it. There you go again. Just "cuz I"m a vampire you think I"ve got me a neck fetish. I"ll take a good set of hooters over a great neck any day. I expect that sort"a stereotype from mortals, but you should know better, Duke. You"ve been watching too many movies. I mean, I like to eat, and I like getting laid. Just because I am what I am, that doesn"t mean I like doing both at the same time." He screwed up his face in a queasy glower. "Just the thought makes me sick. Probably get a cramp or sumthin"."
Duke stomped over to the trunk, shoved Earl"s head down, and slammed the lid shut.
"Go to sleep, Earl."
Duke had a quick cup of coffee to wake himself up, eager to get to work before the rising sun could bring the desert to a simmer. He also wanted to avoid the midday hours. Werewolves were at their weakest, almost human, around noon. Even almost human, Duke was a formidable mountain of strength and endurance, but there wasn"t much sense in making the job harder than need be.
He sipped his breakfast, studying his work so far. The ditch stretched twenty-five feet from the back of the diner"s kitchen. There were twenty more feet to the propane tank. He could have dug the whole trench in one day, but he wasn"t in a hurry. Earl would take a while to solve the zombie situation. He had plenty of time. He put aside his mug and picked up a rusty shovel.
A couple of hours later, Loretta appeared fresh from her morning nap. Her hair was pinned back in a sloppy bun. She wore jeans barely able to contain the voluminous ma.s.s of her hips, thighs, and b.u.t.t. A flannel shirt, tied at her midriff, exposed her jiggling belly. The three top b.u.t.tons were undone, allowing a healthy glimpse of her giant b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She carried a pitcher of lemonade in one hand, two gla.s.ses in the other, and a vaguely suggestive smile on lips thickly coated with bright red lipstick.
Duke put aside his shovel, wiped the sweat from his shirtless chest, and joined her in the shade offered by the diner.
"That"s some good work there, Duke." She poured a tall gla.s.s and offered it to him.
"Thanks." He took a long drink. He didn"t care all that much for lemonade, but he was thirsty enough not to care. "Almost ready to lay the pipe."
She nodded slowly. Her hair sagged further to the right.
He finished off his drink and crunched the ice.
Loretta fished a cube out of her gla.s.s. "Hotter than Hades today, ain"t it?" She rubbed the ice across her double chin. Droplets ran down her thick neck.
"I"ve seen hotter."
"I just bet you have," she replied, batting her blue mascara eyelids.
Duke knew where this was heading, and it wasn"t someplace he was real interested in going.
"My mamma always used"ta say that days like these were made for sinnin"." She ran the nearly melted cube across her bosoms. It slipped from her fingers and disappeared in the chasm between her immense b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "d.a.m.n it." She sent her hand in after it. While she fidgeted and shook in search of the lost ice cube, her left bosom came dangerously close to falling out of her shirt. Finally, when spillage seemed almost certain, the cube slid down her belly and landed in the dirt, where it melted instantly. She flashed an embarra.s.sed grin before politely turning around to adjust her uneven b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She undid her bun and shook it out. Her chubby chins and the folds of her neck slapped together noisily. Her frazzled, blonde hair spread around her face like a pyramid of dried hay pinned to her head.
"It"s been a while since the Good Lord has seen fit to bless me with a man to help around this place."
He avoided looking her in the eyes and instead focused on the dimple of a belly b.u.t.ton in her rolling gut. He realized that might give her the wrong impression and glanced to the trench instead.
"You seem to be doing fine."
"I get by." She put her hands on her hips and stepped a little closer. "But there are some jobs only a man can handle."
Their eyes met. He may have been a werewolf, but she was the predator. Loretta wasn"t an attractive woman, but she wasn"t wholly repulsive. Underneath those many layers of flesh seemed a perfectly nice woman, and on several occasions, when he was drunk enough and h.o.r.n.y enough, he"d accepted much worse offers. But he was stone sober today and only a little h.o.r.n.y.
It seemed a raw deal. Earl got all the babes. Duke was lucky if he landed a two-hundred-pounder.
She placed a hand on his shoulder.
"You"ve worked up a good sweat here, haven"t you? A man shouldn"t be out in this kind of heat. I"d feel terrible if anything happened to you. Why don"t you come inside for a while?"
Under the pretense of pouring himself another gla.s.s of lemonade, he delicately slid away. "Thanks, but I really want to finish the trench."
"You sure about that?"
"Yeah. If I get this done today, I can do all the pipe laying tomorrow. That way, you won"t lose any business over it."
She sighed. "Well, it"s your call, but if you change your mind, if it gets too hot for you, I"ll be inside." Loretta redid her bun and returned to the diner.
Duke took measure of her quivering rear end. A six pack or two and the offer might start looking good. He swore off beer for a while.
A half-hour later, the diner"s back door opened again. This time Red from Red"s Taxidermy and Mortuary and a thin, older guy in jeans walked through it.
"Howdy, Duke." Red extended his hand. "Don"t know if you remember me or not . . ."
Duke took Red"s withered hand in a firm, but not too firm, shake. "Sure."
"This here is Walter Hastings."
Walter tipped his baseball cap. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"Walter"s been having some trouble with his cows, and I was just telling him about that trick you did with my dogs. How they"re all nice and friendly now."
"I can make "em mean again for you."
"No, that"s alright. I like "em better this way. But like I was saying, Walter"s been having trouble with his cows, and I mentioned to him about your way with dogs. And he was wondering if maybe you had a way with cows, too?"
"You tried a vet?"
"Walter here don"t trust vets. He thinks they"re part of the . . . uh . . . what"s that you"re always saying there, Walt?"
"Inflated and excessive medical establishment."
"I guess I can take a look." Duke checked the burning sun hanging directly overhead. "I was about to take a break anyway."
"I surely would appreciate it. I"ll pay you for your time. Say, twenty bucks?"
Duke stuck his shovel in the dirt. "Let"s go."
Rather than squeeze in the cab of the pickup, he sat in the back along with Walter"s dog, Betty. The mutt was a mix of two dozen breeds with notable traces of collie, Doberman, and, judging from her size, Saint Bernard. She laid her head on his lap, and Duke scratched behind her ears.
"Told"ja he had a way with animals," Red said.
The truck bounced down the road, pulling off after a few miles. The vehicle cut across Walter"s land to a small herd of six thin cows. They were mostly skin and bones, their ribs showing through their sagging flesh and their deflated udders hanging limply. One lifted her head from the dry brush she was chewing to check out the approaching truck. She resumed grazing.
"So what exactly is the problem?" Duke asked as he hopped off the truck to take a look.
"Well, they aren"t sick, and they"re not eating any less, near as I can determine. They"re just losing weight, and they stopped giving milk."
"Anything else?"
"They seem kind"a stupid." Walter pointed out a large Jersey. "Melinda here use"ta be smart as a whip. For a cow. Now she"s just got this-I don"t know-empty look in her eyes. Like she don"t even know me."
Duke circled Melinda twice. He ran his hand along her b.u.mpy spine and checked her tongue and teeth. He patted the cow"s thin neck. Melinda snorted dryly and stirred.
"I think I see your problem here."
"Nuthin" serious, I hope."
Duke pulled his pocket knife. " "Fraid so. What you got here is six dead cows." He stuck the blade deep into Melinda"s side between her ribs. The cow didn"t seem to mind. He pulled out the knife and stuck his finger in the wound. "Yep. No blood, see? It"s all dried up."
Walter and Red stepped in for a closer look.
"Son of a b.i.t.c.h," Red remarked.
Walter pulled off his cap and scratched his tangled gray hair. "Sweet Jesus, I ain"t never seen nuthin" like that. So what are we talking about here? These cows are like zombies or sumthin"?"
Duke nodded. "Yep."
"h.e.l.l. I knew Loretta was having problems, but I didn"t think cows could become zombies. How"s sumthin" like that happen?"
"Couldn"t say, but the whole lot will have to be put down. Right now they"re still eating gra.s.s, but they"ll be craving flesh soon."
"But they"re dead. How do you kill them?"
"Bullet in the head should work, same as any zombie."
"The whole herd?"
"Sorry."
Walter patted Melinda between her eyes. "I"m gonna miss you, old girl. I got a thirty-eight in the glove box."
"That"ll do."
"Uh . . . how long do we got before they get hungry?" Red asked.
"Not long, I"ll bet," Duke replied.
"How about now?"
The other men saw that the herd had surrounded them unnoticed. The cowbells should"ve warned them, but none had been paying close enough attention.
"d.a.m.n," Duke swore under his breath. This sort of thing would happen now.
While the sun was up he was stuck in his man form. One almost human werewolf and two unarmed geezers weren"t much of a match for six walking dead Jerseys.
Melinda raised her head and uttered a low, haunting howl. The rest of the herd joined her in a bloodcurdling moan that seemed to bubble up from the sulfurous pit of h.e.l.l itself.
"Mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oo."
Eyes full of unnatural hunger, loose lips smacking, the herd closed in. The clang of cowbells marked their otherwise silent advance.