Introduce a Little Savagery
Aug. 29th, 2008 01:24 amThe Keewazi reservation had a harsh beauty, and Jay thought the emphasis should have been on harsh. The land wasn't forgiving nestled this close to the New Mexico border. Not many people lived out in the panhandle, and there was a reason why. A lot of that reason was clear when Jay moved his foot. A dust plume rose and sank in aggravation. If he imagined hard enough, he saw a face growling at him.
The teenager sat forward on a flat rock with his elbows resting on his knees. The sun was slowly starting to set on the horizon in front of him. He watched the sky get painted various shades of red and orange. He could hear the grumble of tires going over rocks, but he paid it no mind. The road wasn't too far from here. He figured it was just somebody making their way home. All that Jay wanted was to sit here and clear his mind with nature like his Dad taught him.
Jay was almost in that comfortable state of ignoring all of his recent troubles when he heard car doors open and slam. He checked over his shoulder to see four teenagers coming right toward his spot. They looked like they were trying to be casual with their hands stuffed in their pants pocket. The setting sun cast shadows on their faces, but Jay could tell who they were by how they moved. He turned back to the sunset. If he ignored them, maybe they would go away.
That thought held until a rock bounced off the back of his skull. Jay winced and turned around. He rubbed the back of his head as he blinked at the four teens with faces bathed in red light. One of them was bending over to pick up a rock by his foot. The one at the front was smirking and tossing a rock from hand to hand; he was the leader of this war party. Jay was completely familiar with the boy. Whenever Jay messed up, he was there to gloat. Whenever Jay did something right, he was there to point out a better way. And now that Jay had broken up with his younger sister, he was here to be menacing.
"What do you want, Damon?" Jay asked without getting to his feet. He didn't need to show this guy and fear or respect by getting to his feet. Though he wasn't exactly ready for the jagged rock that scraped across his forehead. He hissed and put his hand up to the wound. He brought it down to believe the red smear of wet across his fingertips.
"I gave you a week to make it up to my sister," Damon answered as he held his hand out to the side. He was promptly handed another rock. "I always knew you weren't good enough for her, but she had her heart set on you."
"Look, we're still friends," Jay started calmly as he got to his feet. He noticed that they were slowly getting closer. Their feet didn't seem to move or touch the ground to kick up dust, but they drew closer step by slow step. His own feet kicked up roiling clouds of dust when he faced them. "I just can't be more than that to her. She deserves a guy who wants to be serious."
"You're about to get serious." Every one of Damon's words dripped with venom. The rock flipped through the air as it went from hand to hand. "You've always been hiding behind your father. Well, the chief isn't here."
( This time, Jay caught the rock. )
The teenager sat forward on a flat rock with his elbows resting on his knees. The sun was slowly starting to set on the horizon in front of him. He watched the sky get painted various shades of red and orange. He could hear the grumble of tires going over rocks, but he paid it no mind. The road wasn't too far from here. He figured it was just somebody making their way home. All that Jay wanted was to sit here and clear his mind with nature like his Dad taught him.
Jay was almost in that comfortable state of ignoring all of his recent troubles when he heard car doors open and slam. He checked over his shoulder to see four teenagers coming right toward his spot. They looked like they were trying to be casual with their hands stuffed in their pants pocket. The setting sun cast shadows on their faces, but Jay could tell who they were by how they moved. He turned back to the sunset. If he ignored them, maybe they would go away.
That thought held until a rock bounced off the back of his skull. Jay winced and turned around. He rubbed the back of his head as he blinked at the four teens with faces bathed in red light. One of them was bending over to pick up a rock by his foot. The one at the front was smirking and tossing a rock from hand to hand; he was the leader of this war party. Jay was completely familiar with the boy. Whenever Jay messed up, he was there to gloat. Whenever Jay did something right, he was there to point out a better way. And now that Jay had broken up with his younger sister, he was here to be menacing.
"What do you want, Damon?" Jay asked without getting to his feet. He didn't need to show this guy and fear or respect by getting to his feet. Though he wasn't exactly ready for the jagged rock that scraped across his forehead. He hissed and put his hand up to the wound. He brought it down to believe the red smear of wet across his fingertips.
"I gave you a week to make it up to my sister," Damon answered as he held his hand out to the side. He was promptly handed another rock. "I always knew you weren't good enough for her, but she had her heart set on you."
"Look, we're still friends," Jay started calmly as he got to his feet. He noticed that they were slowly getting closer. Their feet didn't seem to move or touch the ground to kick up dust, but they drew closer step by slow step. His own feet kicked up roiling clouds of dust when he faced them. "I just can't be more than that to her. She deserves a guy who wants to be serious."
"You're about to get serious." Every one of Damon's words dripped with venom. The rock flipped through the air as it went from hand to hand. "You've always been hiding behind your father. Well, the chief isn't here."
( This time, Jay caught the rock. )
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