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~158~ The Chamber Four Fiction Anthology had dropped into his lap on a double-date road trip to Thermopolis. Dawnell had played all her cards at once―tinted contacts and tight jeans, a gauzy red bra under her thin white T-shirt. She laughed at his jokes, ran crimson nails across his thigh. Along the way, a cold drizzle gave way to heavy snow. Simms’s date, using her mother’s credit card, booked them all into a room with a fireplace and two beds. Simms took a look outside, yanked off his clothes, and led them, whooping and naked, across the deck to a steaming outdoor tub. Dawnell floated toward Wyatt in the dark, letting her nipples brush his thighs. “I won’t tell if you won’t,” she whispered. Wyatt tipped back a jug of lukewarm chablis and then held it to Dawnell’s lips. “The snow’s piling up on your head,” he said. “That’s good,” she replied, her hands busy under the water. “Otherwise, I’d be naked.” Two months later they married, embryonic Amy tagging along on the honeymoon. * * * * Wyatt turns on his cell phone and pecks out a number. “Simms, you wild man!” he says. “I’m on my way. Get your ass to Swede’s tonight and buy me a beer.” Wyatt slaps himself to sharpen his wits. A night on the town might lift his spirits. But the sun’s still high overhead and already he’s wearing down. He pulls off the interstate at a truck stop, heaps two cold donuts onto a napkin and fills a quart-sized soft-drink cup full of coffee. He leaves the busy freeway, crosses the shallow Platte, and turns east onto the Lincoln Highway. The old two-lane runs parallel to the interstate, threading tiny heartland towns, alongside barns
Dragon ~159~ pitched askew by prairie wind, fenced country headstones sticking up like bad teeth. Wyatt passes a corral of tiny burros huddled beneath the sunburst vanes of a gray wooden windmill, among them a forlorn zebra, chilled and mystified, half a globe gone from the Serengeti. * * * * Wyatt had found himself baffled by how marriage had transformed his life. He’d quit pounding nails, hired a crew and advertised himself as a contractor. Simms became “that goddamn buddy of yours.” Dawnell took a job in town, worked late keeping Wyatt’s books. When the time had come for Dawnell to deliver Amy, she cramped and cursed for 16 hours. Wyatt held the baby first, marveling at her downy lightness, the way her gray skin filled with pink before his eyes. “That’s it for me,” Dawnell groaned. “You’re doing the next one.” At Dawnell’s insistence, he had a vasectomy. A year later, in the throes of intimacy, he agreed to have it reversed. On the evening after the second operation, alone in the bathroom, he dabbed at his twice-bruised scrotum with a chilling washcloth and taped gauze alongside each testicle. He hobbled to the bedside, rolled in gingerly, and rested his head in his hand, tracing the curve of Dawnell’s hip with his fingertips. Even in sleep, she recoiled from his touch. In time, Wyatt learned to cook and clean with inept fervor, changed messy diapers, memorized toddler doggerel featuring brown bears and velveteen rabbits. But after Simms left town to find work, Wyatt’s drinking hit high gear. He held boozy poker games in the work shed with Dawnell’s brother Coyd and anyone else who’d show up. An all-night game brought an end to that. Sneaking into the house, he
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~158~ The <strong>Chamber</strong> <strong>Four</strong> Fiction Anthology<br />
had dropped into his lap on a double-date road trip to Thermopolis.<br />
Dawnell had played all her cards at once―tinted<br />
contacts and tight jeans, a gauzy red bra under her thin white<br />
T-shirt. She laughed at his jokes, ran crimson nails across his<br />
thigh. Along the way, a cold drizzle gave way to heavy snow.<br />
Simms’s date, using her mother’s credit card, booked them<br />
all into a room with a fireplace and two beds. Simms took a<br />
look outside, yanked off his clothes, and led them, whooping<br />
and naked, across the deck to a steaming outdoor tub.<br />
Dawnell floated toward Wyatt in the dark, letting her<br />
nipples brush his thighs. “I won’t tell if you won’t,” she whispered.<br />
Wyatt tipped back a jug of lukewarm chablis and then<br />
held it to Dawnell’s lips.<br />
“The snow’s piling up on your head,” he said.<br />
“That’s good,” she replied, her hands busy under the<br />
water. “Otherwise, I’d be naked.”<br />
Two months later they married, embryonic Amy tagging<br />
along on the honeymoon.<br />
* * * *<br />
Wyatt turns on his cell phone and pecks out a number.<br />
“Simms, you wild man!” he says. “I’m on my way. Get your<br />
ass to Swede’s tonight and buy me a beer.”<br />
Wyatt slaps himself to sharpen his wits. A night on the<br />
town might lift his spirits. But the sun’s still high overhead<br />
and already he’s wearing down. He pulls off the interstate at<br />
a truck stop, heaps two cold donuts onto a napkin and fills a<br />
quart-sized soft-drink cup full of coffee. He leaves the busy<br />
freeway, crosses the shallow Platte, and turns east onto the<br />
Lincoln Highway. The old two-lane runs parallel to the interstate,<br />
threading tiny heartland towns, alongside barns