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couple of minutes up this road to the turnoff, then about a mile in on a dirt road."
    Sam said, "Turn off the lights when you make the turn. We'll drive halfway in and walk the rest of the way."
    Calliope made the turn onto a single-lane dirt road that led through a thick stand of lodgepole pines. The road was deeply rutted, the ruts filled with water. The Z bucked and bottomed out in several places.
    "Keep it moving steady," Sam said. "Don't hit the gas or the wheels will dig into the mud. Christ, it's dark."
    "It's the trees," Calliope said. "There's a clearing ahead where they camp."
    Sam was trying to peer into the darkness. To his right he thought he saw something. "Stop." Calliope let the Z roll to a stop. "Okay," Sam said. "Hit the parking lights, just for a second." Calliope clicked the parking lights on and off.
    "That's what I thought," Sam said. "There's a cattle gate back there to the right. Back the Z in there so we can turn it around."
    "Giving up?" Coyote said.
    "If we have to get out of here fast I don't want to have to back down this road." He got out of the car and directed Calliope as she backed the Z in and turned it off. "We walk from here."
    They got out of the car and started down the road, stepping between the puddles. The air was damp and cold, and smelled faintly of wood smoke and pine. When the moonlight broke through the trees they could see their breath.
    Calliope said, "Wait." She turned and ran back to the car, then returned in a moment with Grubb's blanket in hand. "He'll want his wubby." Sam smiled in spite of himself, knowing the girl couldn't see his face in the dark. Never face heavily armed bikers without your wubby.

    Coyote and Cottontail

    It's an old story. Coyote and his friend Cottontail were hiding on a wooded hill above a camp, watching some girls dance around the fire.
    Coyote said, "I'd sure like to get close to some of them."
    "You won't get near them," Cottontail said. "They know who you are."
    "Maybe not, little one. Maybe not," Coyote said. "I'll go down there in disguise."
    "They won't let any man get close to them," Cottontail said.
    "I won't be a man," Coyote said. "Here, hold this." Coyote took off his penis and handed it to Cottontail. "Now, when I come back into the woods I will call to you and you can bring me my penis." Then Coyote changed into an old woman and went down to the camp.
    He danced with the girls and pinched them and slapped their bottoms. "Oh, Grandmother," the girls said, "you are wicked. You must be that old trickster Coyote."
    "I'm just an old woman," Coyote said. "Here, feel under my dress."
    One of the girls felt under Coyote's dress and said, "She is just an old woman."
    Coyote pointed to two of the prettiest girls. "Let's dance in the trees," he said. He danced with the girls into the woods and tickled them and made them roll around with him laughing. He touched them under their dresses until they said, "Oh, Grandmother, you are wicked."
    "Cottontail, come here!" Coyote called. But there was no answer. "Wait here for your old grandmother to return," Coyote told the girls. He ran all over the woods calling for Cottontail, but could not find him. He went over that hill to the next one and still no Cottontail. He was excited and wanted very much to have sex with the girls, but alas, he could not find his penis.
    Finally the sun started coming up and the girls called, "Old Grandmother, we can't wait for you any longer. We have to go home."
    Coyote stalked the hills cursing. "That Cottontail, I will kill him for stealing my penis."
    As he walked he passed three other girls coming out of the woods. They were giggling and one of them was saying, "He was so little, but he had such a big thing I thought I would split."
    Coyote ran in the direction the girls had come from and found Cottontail sitting under a tree having a smoke "I'll kill you, you little thief," Coyote cried.
    "But Coyote, I pleasured the three many times and four times I made each of them cry out."
    Coyote was too tired from tickling and dancing all night to stay mad. "Really, four times each?"
    "Yep," Cottontail said, handing Coyote his member.
    "I feel like I was there," Coyote said. "You got a smoke?"
    "Sure," said Cottontail. "Are you going to need your penis tonight?" Coyote laughed and smoked with Cottontail while his little friend told the story of his long night of pleasuring.

Chapter 30 – Like Flies
    They heard the bikers before they saw them: raucous laughter and