The Traveling Vampire Show(14)

 

Then Rusty looked at me and asked, “You were kidding when you said that about going for a doctor, right?”

 

“What do you think?” I said.

 

“Just wanted to make sure. I mean, I figured you must be kidding, you know? ’Cause I would’ve done it if I had to. I nean, if Slim really had to have a doctor. Like if it was life or death, I would’ve jumped on down and done it. dog or no dog.”

 

It seemed like a strange thing for him to say.

 

Strange and sort of nice.

 

Slim said, “Thanks, Rusty.”

 

“Yeah, well. It’s just the truth, that’s all. I mean, I’d do anything for you. For either of you.”

 

“If you wanta do something for me,” I said, “how about once in a while using underarm deodorant?”

 

Slim laughed and winced.

 

“Screw you, man! If anybody stinks around here, it’s you.”

 

“Nobody stinks,” said Slim, the peacekeeper.

 

I checked underneath my bloody shirt again. Rusty looked under his, too. We both studied Slim’s back for a while.

 

“Bleeding’s stopped,” I announced.

 

“Good deal,” said Slim.

 

“But it’ll probably start up again if you move around too much. You’d better just lay there for a while.”

 

“Not like we’re going anyplace anyhow,” Rusty said.

 

I stood up, stepped to the front of the roof and leaned forward to see over the top of the sign. The dog, already staring up at me, bared its teeth and rumbled a growl. “Get outa here!” I shouted.

 

It leaped at me. I flinched and my heart lurched, but I held my position as the dog hit the wall about four feet up and tried to scramble higher. It worked its legs furiously, claws scratching at the old wood for a second or two. Then it fell, tumbled onto its side, flipped over and regained its feet and barked at me.

 

I muttered, “Up yours, bow-wow.” Then I turned away.

 

Rusty, sitting cross-legged beside Slim, gave me a worried look. “What’re we gonna do?” he asked.

 

“Stay right here,” I told him. “At least for now. Give Slim’s wounds a chance to dry up a little more. When we’re ready to go, we’ll figure out something about the dog.”

 

“Maybe it’ll be gone by then,” Slim said.

 

“That’s a good one,” Rusty said.

 

“God, I’m being nice to it and the thing tries to rip my face off.”

 

“Sometimes,” I said, “being nice doesn’t work.”

 

“You can say that again.”

 

“Sometimes, being nice ...”

 

“Okay, okay,” Rusty said.

 

I sat down beside Slim and turned my hands over. They were rust-colored and sticky. I wiped them on the legs of my jeans, but not much came off.

 

Rusty looked at his hands, too. They were as stained as mine. Frowning slightly, he brought his right hand close to his face. He stared at it for a few seconds, then raised his eyebrows and licked his palm.

 

“Oh, that’s cute.”

 

Lying on her stomach with her face toward me, Slim couldn’t see Rusty. Rather than twisting around and maybe reopening some of her cuts, she asked me, “What’s he doing?”

 

“Licking your blood off his hand,” I explained.

 

He did it again. Smiling, he said, “Not bad.”

 

“Grade-A blood, buddy,” Slim informed him.

 

“I can tell.” He sucked his red-stained forefinger. “Maybe those vampires’ve got something. Tasty stuff. Try some, Dwighty.”

 

I shook my head. “No thanks.”

 

“Scared?”

 

“I’ve got no problem with Slim’s blood.”

 

“As well you shouldn’t,” Slim pointed out.

 

“But I just got done swinging a filthy damn cur around by its tail.”

 

“Weenie,” Rusty said, grinning and lapping at his hand.

 

“Speaking of which,” I said, “what’ve you been touching lately?”

 

Things dawned on him. He put his tongue back into his mouth and frowned at his hand. Looking a little sick, he shrugged his husky bare shoulders and said, “No big deal.”

 

A smile on what I could see of her face, Slim said, “I’m sure Rusty must’ve washed his hands after going to the bathroom.”

 

“I didn’t piss on ’em, if that’s what you mean.” Then he managed to blurt out, “Not much, anyway,” before he burst into laughter.

 

Slim and I broke up, too, but she stopped laughing almost at once—either it hurt or she was afraid the rough movements might start her bleeding again.