Total Consciousness

Chapter-1: The Killing ….

     The Madera night air gave weight to his breath. Mist appeared and drifted away as Luz yawned and stretched his arms up, and reached behind his head. He whistled for a long breath and placed his hat back on his head.

     Cana followed his master’s lead with hopeful anticipation. He yawned and exposed his thick white fangs, adding his own heat to the cool dark around them. He stretched and shook himself and flexed his back. More hunger moved within him—growing and tingling, beckoning him to pounce into action. Still, he needed to resist, and so he did.

     Luz allowed the moment and tasted the night with a connoisseur’s sense. The lustful musk of temptation sung a honeyed melody all around him, irresistibly melting the flavors of the night upon his tongue. He gave in and devoured it all with no judgment. The desperate sweet-salt-sweat of anger, mixed with the pepper-tart taste of forceful-selfish lust. It all burst together, gushing into an insane perfume of mutual hatred and death, and desire.

     The aroma reminded Luz of a discarded July afternoon: of a small pond next to a rose garden, surrounded by wheat grass and southern cattails, and of used up women on the side, soaking their naked feet in the warm pond. Very nice, he thought.

     Another stretch and Luz focused his sight on the faint glow of lamp light next to the energetic men. How nice indeed. He watched the men’s shadows. Their dark all blended together forming a large deformed hairy tarantula. The wretched thing cast empty darkness that danced upon the trees, creating a story of demons lost in mid festive feast—selfish and in a rush to be pleasured.

     Luz pressed out his mustache and shook his head three times. “Grab them by the ears and tell a tale,” he said with a dancing glow in his green eyes. “Hell’s dinner bells have rung. Hear them sing: ring, ting, and zing. Come three, come we; let us all dig into this late-night fling—and by the by, your belly smells of Willy Wells’ feet, Cana. It’s settled. You’ve convinced me to go talk with her … and to go play with those three men … those three little bunny men.”

     The large hound frowned and let loose a pride-hurt whine. Cana glanced up at his master with a stiff neck and chomped at the night, and licked over the back of his upper teeth.

     Luz reached over and caressed the broad top of Cana’s head, massaging down to his upper muscular back.  

     “Not for long though,” said Luz. He stepped to the east. “We can’t get sidetracked often. Walking takes too long. Otherwise, at this rate, we’ll never reach Jalisco in time. We can’t always stop to smell the grape red roses of the night—no matter how sweet and juicy they may be.”

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