Chapter 4 – Interrupted Dreams
It was the third second after Fizz Jergins had threatened Roy
Parker with a cold walk in a cow pasture, that Jergins realized there was
another vehicle parked in his line of travel; that the road surface was too
slippery; that sudden braking would cause a skid – perhaps into the ditch
or across the road and into a telephone pole; and that his striking the rear
of the hearse from the Butts Mortuary was as certain as the sun’s rising in
the east.
The metallic noises began in the fifth second when the hearse was
propelled down the road. If the palpitations of the human hearts present at
this scene, could have equaled the noise level of the metal being impacted,
the palpitations might have been heard all the way back to Black Hawk.
However, these noises were muted by piles of snow. Bothvehicles were
on slippery surfaces and the resistance between the two metal objects was
not as great as resistance between two stationary objects.
But the resistance was force enough to move the hearse about 75
feet down the road from its parked position. It was enough to force
the right fender of the pickup to contract within itself as an accordion will exhale
its last note.
It was enough to force the tailgate of the hearse to cave inside the cargo
area, to break the rear glass and to force the roof panel slightly upward.
The force of the impact was enough to move the copper colored casket which
contained the body of Dr. Phillip Olny against the back of the driver’s seat.
The force was certainly enough to arouse the driver of the hearse
from an intense daydream about trials and hangings and murders.
From within the cab of the pickup, the sound of wind outside became
the only sound to be heard for the seconds before the voices of its human
occupants split the sound track into two tracks.
“You O.K.?”
“Yeah. Wait? Where’s my hand? My hand’s cut off. Where’s my fuckin’
hand?”
“Inside your sleeve, asshole.”
“Aprerl fools. What the hell was he doin’ there in the middle of
the road anyways? He coulda picked a better place to jerk off. “
“I spose that piece of shit he drives finely broke down. Look. He’s
got a casket in the back. Hope it’s empty.”
“Spose we better git out an’ see if he’s alright?”
“’Spect so. Kin you git yer door open, Roy?”
“Nope. I’ll half to git out on yer side.”
Roy Parker moved to the left side of the cab, and squeezed against
Fizz Jergins’ right hip. This caused Jergin’s to rip his own Stetson from
his head and to use it to playfully slap Roy’s left ear.
“Fuckin’ faggot!”
Then, both men dismounted from the pickup and sidled down the
road toward the disabled hearse. The Dreamer still sat motionless inside
the disabled hearse as if he had not been affected by any of this. The two men
motioned to the undertaker to roll down his window.