Noir (From Thereby Hangs A Tail)

“Chill, Thurman,” said Crash. “You’re gonna screw up the whole – “

“No one tells me to chill,” Thurman said. And all at once he took a big roundhouse swing at Crash. I wouldn’t have thought Crash capable of moving real fast, but he was. He ducked, just like that, almost quicker than I could see. I’ve only had one encounter with a duck, and it didn’t duck at all, attacked me, in fact, so I don’t get the ducking thing; but that’s another story. Thurman swung. Crash ducked. And Thurman’s huge fist caught Disco square on the chin. He toppled over and lay still.

Thurman moved on Crash. Crash backed away, ending up against the RV, no place to go. “A hundred and seventy-five bucks or you’re next,” he said.

“Don’t have that kind of bread right now,” Crash said. “And this is a real bad time for you to – “

“Then I’m takin’ the dog,” Thurman said. He wheeled around toward me. I growled. I hated the choke chain and never forgot things like that.

“Not an option,” Bernie said.

Thurman faced Bernie. “You stay out of this,” he said. “The dog’s bought and paid for.”

Bernie moved slightly, stepping between me and Thurman. “When did this happen?” he said.

“None of your business. Take my word for it.”

“And where?”

“Don’t hear too good, do you, pal?” said Thurman.

“Anywhere near Red Butte, by any chance?” Bernie said.

“You lookin’ for trouble?” Thurman’s eye twitch got going.

“Trouble’s already here,” Bernie said. “Now the only question is how it gets handled.”

Down on the ground, Disco moaned and began to stir.

“You’ll get handled, you don’t get out of my way,” said Thurman.

Bernie didn’t budge. “And I hear just fine, by the way,” he said. Huh? Bernie really thought that? “Sharp enough to pick up the sound of a loser.”

Thurman’s mouth opened. All that black hairy beard and then a very red tongue in the middle: it had a strange effect on me, made me feel like scrapping. At the same time, I noticed Crash sidling toward the cab of the RV. I sidled over with him. He looked at me and mouthed some word. Mouthed, like with no sound. What was I supposed to make of that? I had enough trouble with ordinary sounded-out words; if you weren’t careful, you could get impatient with humans sometimes. I showed Crash my teeth, didn’t know what else to do. He stopped sidling.

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8 Responses to “Noir (From Thereby Hangs A Tail)”

  1. Siberian Husky
    7:55 am on January 22nd, 2010

    I hope Dean Koonz is reading the Chet and Bernie series. He would appreciate and love the books.

    Rain today. No dog park for me. I love my mom, but, honestly, a little rain wouldn't hurt her. She just thinks it would. It is raining loads where Chet and Bernie live. I bet Bernie isn't keeping Chet housebound just because it is raining.

  2. Chet The Dog
    8:24 am on January 22nd, 2010

    We love the rain! The kitchen floor is so muddy you wouldn't believe it.

  3. Diane
    9:12 am on January 22nd, 2010

    When my folks had Josh – a great big German shepard – yellow lab mix – the back hall and kitchen floor was kept covered with newspapers – so that by the time Josh got to the dining room, his paws were all dried/cleaned up! My dad thought it was much easier to put down fresh newspaper daily – instead of washing the floor.

  4. Siberian Husky
    11:36 am on January 22nd, 2010

    Forget about my whining about not getting to go to the dog park today. They got that dog out of the river in LA!!! One thousand cheers for the LA Fire Department and Rescue!!! That was a very difficult rescue, but they did it! My day is all perfect now.

  5. Melanie
    12:21 pm on January 22nd, 2010

    You mean mud on the floor isn't the usual? We thought the house had dirt floors.

    All the Newfs in the Pack.

  6. Shelley
    1:39 pm on January 22nd, 2010

    I had to look up this word. I don't see it very often, but Bernie uses it alot and I wanted to know exactly what he means by it.

    si·dle (s d l) v. si·dled, si·dling, si·dles. v. intr. 1. To move sideways: sidled through the narrow doorway. 2. To advance in an unobtrusive, furtive, or coy way: swindlers who sidle …

  7. Shelley
    3:53 pm on January 22nd, 2010

    I left a note about the word "sidling", but I meant to say Chet used that word alot..not Bernie. Sometimes I get names confused.

  8. Cathrine Prindle
    10:16 am on December 11th, 2010

    Attending to charcoal hair has become the many entertaining requirements

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