Chapter Twelve

The Holiday Party

 

Kesh awoke feeling lighter than he had for as long as he could remember. As scary as his dreams and the factory were, he had been most concerned about how his mom and dad would react to all of the weirdness. Now he knew, and he was sure he wasn’t crazy. Today, that relief was mixed with elation, as it was the last day of school before the holiday break—nothing but candy, games and parties.

These days were the hardest for Kesh and his classmates. He was getting excited about the impending vacation, and he wasn’t the only one. Andy Moore squirmed so much in anticipation of the holidays that he almost fell out of his seat. Then when Mrs. Washington came into the room, something remarkable happened, something that happened once a year, maybe twice (three times at most): the whole class fell silent. That even included Peter, who Kesh knew couldn’t shut up for more than thirty seconds without the pressure of all that silence building and building until he exploded with a barrage of babbling.

Another rare occurrence was that Mrs. Washington couldn’t stop smiling. Kesh thought she looked at the students with the air of a teacher who knew she would not have to spend the day with them. She announced, “Children, I have exciting news. Today you’ll be going on a field trip.” She waited for the oohs and ahhs, but they never materialized. Then she said, “Mister Louis Garou has kindly volunteered to give us a tour and host a party at the Garou Chemical Company. Isn’t that exciting?”

Kesh’s heart sank. His easy, effortless day in the classroom had disappeared. Now he had to look forward to a crowded bus ride and a totally boring tour in a totally boring and, he believed, evil factory. He had discovered that one of the most unfortunate results of being twelve years old is that you are always at the mercy and whims of some adult or another.

The other children, jubilant in the impending freedom of the holidays, filed onto Garou Chemical Corporation buses for the short drive to the plant’s main office. Kesh had to admit the bus was roomy and nice, not like the county schools’ tattered old death traps. On the back of each seat was a monitor, which displayed a touch-screen menu. It offered each rider a selection of classic and new holiday movies, but only after a short video presentation entitled, A Better Life; A Better World through Chemistry.

The route might have been familiar to Kesh. He had traveled much of it that night with Muskrat and his coyote companions. Of course, unlike the coyotes, the buses stayed on the highway and turned into the factory’s main entrance through a tall iron gate. The bus pulled up in front of a red stone mansion that Kesh thought should have been on a college campus instead of a chemical plant. The expansive lawns, now under a light blanket of snow, were neat and well kept. He thought they must have been beautiful in summer, like a park. This was very different from the parts of the factory grounds Kesh, the coyote, had seen.

The children got off the buses and were led into a room that was bigger than many of their homes. The walls were decorated with multicolored streamers and posters, and in the middle of the room, the biggest table Kesh had ever seen was loaded down with brightly decorated cakes, cookies, candy, and soft drinks. Dozens of packages in holiday gift-wrap were stacked at the far end of the room. Pop music played through wall and ceiling speakers, and each wall was lined with video game consoles. The kids gasped in waves as each busload was ushered into the party room. Louis Garou clearly knew how to impress kids—and he could afford it.

As soon as everyone was inside, an amplified voice drew their attention to a perky woman dressed in a holiday-red business suit. She spoke through a microphone from a stage at the head of the table. “On behalf of the Garou Chemical Company and our Chief Executive Officer and owner, Mr. Louis Garou, welcome, children, to our holiday celebration. Now kids, I’ll let you get to having fun in just a moment. First, somebody very special would like to welcome you to our happy home. Here’s the man responsible for all of these goodies, Mister Louis Garou.”

At the teachers’ prompting, the children applauded politely, and a tall, thin balding man stepped to the microphone. Kesh felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and he had to suppress a growl that rose up from deep inside his throat. Louis Garou was the man he had seen in his dream, the man who had stopped them on the trail the night he met muskrat and Grandmother Spider. Now, he looked more like an accountant than a villain, and when he spoke, he seemed nice enough, like a kindly uncle. The man offered just a few welcoming words, nothing out of the ordinary, until he made the announcement.

“Finally, children,” he said, “I’m excited to tell you about Garou Chemical’s new Friendship Initiative. We’re offering all of you a chance to join the program, where you’ll have fun, learn some really cool things about science and chemistry, and earn money.” He paused and smiled broadly and said, “Don’t worry kids. I promise we’ll show you only the fun parts of science and chemistry. You’ll hear more about it in the next week or so, but I think you be as excited as I am. For now...” he paused and surveyed the young crowd, then with a toothy grin and a broad sweep of his arms, he shouted, “It’s time to have fun!”

The place went nuts. Kids dove for video game, candies, cakes, and gifts. Kesh surfaced in front of a game console, grabbed the familiar controls, and began blasting away at invading aliens. It was everything Kesh thought of as noisy, chaotic fun.

By noon, Kesh had all but forgotten any concerns he might have had. He was on his third piece of chocolate cake and sixth game of Sky Thunder, when the perky lady in red was back at the microphone announcing the winners of the grand door prizes.

Kesh didn’t know there were going to be prizes, yet for just a moment, he was thrilled to hear, “Kesh Jones.”

Two other kids had won as well. The lady announced, “Kiran Curtis and Jesse Madosh.” Kesh didn’t know Kiran, but he definitely knew who Jesse Madosh was. Based on the comments he heard around him, the other kids did too.

A boy whispered, “Why would they let that Indian win?” low enough so Jesse didn’t hear.

Another one laughed and said, “He’d just steal it anyway.” Kesh knew what people said about the boy and, as usual, he stayed silent.

He made his way to the front of the hall to claim the prize and was joined there by the other winners. Kiran was a small girl with shoulder length auburn hair and eyes the color of the sky at twilight.

Somehow he hadn’t thought of Jesse as a regular kid. The bigger boy glanced around nervously, as if he were looking for a way out. When he turned toward him Kesh saw that the boy had a white streak, like a thin bolt of electricity shooting through his straight, jet black hair. He’d never noticed it before – probably because he had always been mostly concerned with survival in Jesse’s presence. Kesh was surprised the boy was there. Kesh averted his eyes. He didn’t want to initiate any kind of special attention from this kid. But it was too late.

The boy walked over, leaned close and, in Kesh’s ear, whispered, “This doesn’t feel right.”

If he had been able to respond, Kesh would have agreed, and he realized that Jesse wasn’t the problem. Suddenly this whole situation seemed out of whack. What was Garou up to? Kesh looked around. The place was packed with kids, and grownups from the school. He thought, Maybe it’s not so strange. It’s just a school party. Besides, even if he had wanted to run, he didn’t know where he could go. He took a calming breath and settled his nerves. He thought, Everything is fine. I can’t let Jesse rattle me. Even with the strange events of the past weeks, Kesh had never felt in real danger, so he couldn’t imagine there was any real danger here. After all, it was a school holiday party, and everybody was having a good time. He figured they’d get their door prizes and go home. Still, deep inside he knew he was in Garou’s world, and that meant he was at the man’s mercy and Garou was not one to show mercy.

Kesh was sure he would have to face the factory man at some time, and maybe this was it. Whatever the reason, when the perky lady said, “Follow me kids. Mister Garou has something special for you,” Kesh and his companions went along, however warily.

The lady led them through a hallway of clean white walls hung with colorful posters praising Garou Chemical Corporation. Along with the cheerful artwork, each poster declared, A Better Life and A Better World through Chemistry. A doorway opened to the right, and they were ushered into a large meeting room with a long oak table in the middle, and a podium at the far end. “Wait here. It will just be a moment, kids,” said the perky lady. Then the three of them were alone.

Kiran said, “I don’t think I like this, guys. Maybe we should leave.”

Kesh’s stomach was getting queasy, a sure sign that something was amiss, and he was about to agree with Kiran, when Jesse spoke. “No! Something’s going on here, and we’re not going to figure anything out if we just cut and run. You guys can go if you want, but I’m staying.”

“Very perceptive, young mister Madosh.” The voice startled Kesh and he turned to see Louis Garou standing in the doorway. Only Jesse did not seem surprised. He stared at the man with the cool blue eyes in a way that had made Kesh feel like he wasn’t in the same league as the boy. Garou almost spat out the words as he said, “I would hate for you to miss out on your door prizes. After all, this is a party.” As he spoke, he moved closer to the trio, and three men dressed in factory work clothes slipped in behind him and slammed the door. “Now my young friends, I think it’s time we ended this pretense. You’ve all been here before, haven’t you?” He paused to study their reaction before continuing.

Kesh looked to his companions. “Oh my God! How did he know that?”

Garou chuckled. “Ah, Mr. Jones. Perhaps I overestimated you.”

Jesse put his hand on Kesh’s arm and said, “Relax man. Just follow my lead.”

Garou waved his hand dismissively. “It doesn’t matter. Just let me warn you, children, I may not know exactly who you are or why you’re here, but I intend to find out. I don’t like trespassers, and I don’t like it when meddlers stick their noses into my business.” He grinned and added, “I have plans for you children. You see, I think you have an unfairly negative view of me and my factory, and I would like to have a chance to change your minds.”

Jesse spoke, “What do mean, change our minds? We know what you are, and you can’t change the truth.”

“Bravo, Mr. Madosh. I admire your spirit, but believe me, boy, I will change your mind, and there is nothing you can do about it. You see, children, I think you’ve gotten an unfair impression of what we do here at Garou Chemical. I simply want a chance to show you just how beneficial modern chemistry can be.” His voice had an edge to it that made Kesh’s stomach ache.

Suddenly, the three men split up and rushed the students. Jesse was the first to react. Kesh saw a white flash charge the startled thugs. Then his own instinct kicked in and suddenly, he too was on four swift paws. Before he knew what was happening, he was charging in, teeth bared, attacking, causing the men to fall back, and then dodging out of their reach. Garou and the third man jumped in from the sides.

“I’ve got you now!” shouted one of the big men. When Kesh felt strong hands on his neck, he snapped his muzzle around quickly and sank sharp teeth into the flesh of the man’s hand. Garou let out a yelp of surprise and pain, and for an instant, released the coyote.

When one of the thugs opened the door to call for reinforcements, Jesse howled, “Come on! Follow me!” He flew past the confused, terrified men, nipping one on the ankle as he tore through the crowd of children and out of the door.

Kesh followed the white coyote out into the snow-covered yard and around to the back of the main house. Garou and his men wasted no time in taking pursuit. The grounds were unfamiliar to Kesh. He scrambled back and forth along the length of the fence that bordered the woods trying to find an opening. Jesse barked, “This way!” and sprinted for the construction site ahead. Kesh saw the gap Jesse had discovered and bolted after the white coyote.

Now two men on four wheeled ATVs joined the hunt, and Kesh thought he heard the crack of rifle fire. He wasn’t going to turn around to check. So he ran as hard as he could. As it was, the men were gaining on them all too quickly. Even after he and the others cleared the fence and Garou’s property, the ATVs continued their pursuit, and Kesh, exhausted and frightened, feared they would be caught, or worse, shot.

He thought, “Mom and Dad are going to be really mad at me this time.” He was now in the barren space between the fence and the riverbank, separated from his companions, and getting tired. Suddenly, one of the ATV’s burst through a gate in the fence and another approached from the woods. Kesh found himself encircled, flanked by Garou’s goons with the fence to his back and the river ahead. The machines closed in more slowly now, hunters moving in on their prey. Kesh stopped, panting in the cold afternoon, and scanned his surroundings looking for a way out.

Then, just along the tree line behind one ATV, he saw the white coyote. He was trying to get Kesh’s attention by jumping up and down and tossing his head flamboyantly. The men were so intent on Kesh, they didn’t notice Jesse. Kesh tossed his head and jumped once to show Jesse he saw him, and the white coyote immediately went down on all fours and began displaying an exaggerated limp. Kesh barked his understanding and immediately began to whimper and limp heavily. The ATVs slowed to a crawl. Then, Kesh stumbled and fell and whined pitifully as if he were in great pain. The ATVs stopped and Kesh lay as still as his pounding heart would allow.

The men waited for a long time, making sure the coyote was actually injured, thought Kesh. One man yelled, “He looks hurt. What should we do?”

Another man who Kesh figured must be a supervisor said, “Karl, get in there and check it out. And be careful.”

Kesh watched the driver closest to him step off of his machine and walk cautiously toward what Kesh hoped the man thought was an injured animal. His rifle barrel pointed at Kesh’s shoulder. The coyote’s muscles ached with the tension, but he was no longer winded. The few moments of rest had done him a lot of good. He knew he was in great danger, and the timing had to be just right, so when a loud, haunting howl rose from across the field, Kesh leapt to his feet and sprinted directly past the surprised man towards the woods.

A gigantic wolf exploded from the trees and bore down with terrifying speed and fury on the pursuers, and the chase broke down into chaos. One ATV fishtailed its way back toward the factory, and the other men abandoned their vehicle and stumbled madly after it.

Kesh did not look back to find out what had happened, but as the shouts and roaring ATV engines faded away and he and the other coyotes slipped deep into the trees and safety, he thought he saw a second wolf out of the corner of his eye, and he caught the hint of a troubling, familiar scent.

They ran until they reached Jesse’s house where the boys, still coyotes, howled a victory call into the sky. Moments later, panting from the effort, Jesse glance around the yard and said, “Where is Kiran?”

Kesh and Jesse circled and sniffed the cold air for signs of Kiran. Again and again, they howled in an attempt to signal to her, but there was no response. Kiran was gone. Jesse sniffed the air one last time, looked at the other boy, and said, “I’ll bet the she’s been captured. Garou has her.”

Kesh’s muscles shuddered and he felt his stomach turn. He whispered, “Jesse, we have to find her. We have to go after Kiran.”

 

* * * *

 

There was no school the following day, and the telephones, instant messages, and chat rooms were buzzing. Everybody was talking about what they thought had been the vicious “wolves” that had rushed through the party. The rumors said that the three students who had missed the bus back to school had been killed by the creatures. Still very much alive, Kesh and Jesse spent a good part of the afternoon searching for their friend. Finally, Jesse said, “Let’s go to my house. We’re not doing Kiran any good running around chasing our tails.”

Kesh said, “Okay, but I’m really worried. What if we don’t find her? Those guys back there meant business.”

Jesse barked softly, “Kiran will be alright. Trust me.”

Kesh knew Jesse was making an effort to be brave, and picked up the slightest scent of fear. He nodded, “Okay Jess,” and followed his friend into the woods.

At Jesse’s house, a giant mastiff greeted the white coyote with a wagging tail and a sloppy dog smile. Although the huge animal yipped with happiness, Kesh kept his distance as he watched Jesse reassure his excited dog. “Good girl, Daisy,” he repeated.

Kesh barked, “Daisy? That monster’s name is Daisy?”

Jesse said, “She’s a sweet monster.”

Funny, thought Kesh, it’s not at all like watching two dogs. Even as a white coyote, Jesse had the essence of a human boy along with all of the powers of the spirit coyote.

The cabin hinges squeaked, and Kesh snapped his head around to see a man in the doorway. Jesse, still a coyote, padded up to the man, and nuzzled his hand. He glanced back at Kesh. “Come on runt,” he said. “This is my dad.”

Once inside, Jesse had again transformed into a tall slender boy. Kesh too felt the change as he stepped across the threshold. It wasn’t simply that he was human again. The transformation extended to the warm, safe room, while the outside suddenly felt terribly dangerous.

Jesse said, “Put your shoes here,” and Kesh pulled off his wet shoes and socks to set them by the woodstove pumping out heat in the corner of the room. Mister Madosh tossed Kesh a pair of deerskin slippers, and said, “You boys look rough. You want to tell me what happened today?”

Kesh sat at a heavy pine table sipping a mug of dark hot cocoa, while Jesse related the day’s events. He was still stinging from Jesse’s comment and was worried sick about what might be happening to Kiran, yet he was a little relieved to be safe inside Jesse’s house.

Mister Madosh listened gravely, nodding from time to time. He seemed very different from his son, thought Kesh, and very different from what kids said about him. He was several inches shorter than Jesse, and he had a fair complexion and graying hair that still showed hints of red. Kesh wasn’t sure he knew what to look for, but kids said Jesse’s dad was an old drunk. He didn’t look old, and he definitely wasn’t drunk. His wide face was kind, his eyes were as clear and sharp as Jesse’s, and he seemed incredibly strong to Kesh. He was broad and powerfully built, and Kesh sensed a strength that made him feel calm and confident.

Jesse told his dad everything. Kesh was astonished at how easily the boy talked about the bizarre events of the past night. Mr. Madosh seemed comfortable and completely unsurprised by the unbelievable narrative. He listened quietly and seriously, until Jesse had finished telling the story.

Mister Madosh sighed, “It figures. Garou again. Things are getting way too personal.” Then, almost as an afterthought, he said, “Coyotes huh?” The boys glanced at each other. Kesh had prepared himself for the standard grownup lecture on their overly vivid imaginations or the dangers of drugs. Instead, Mr. Madosh said, “Good. I’m proud of you both.”

He looked at his guest and said, “What do you think about all of this, Kesh? Are you up for it?”

“I don’t know Mister Madosh. I hope so, but I’m just not so sure about everything. I’m not even sure what any of this is about.”

“Well boy, I can see why you’re confused. It’s all a little hard to understand, and you’re wise to be afraid of Garou and his pals.” He stopped and looked hard at each boy. “You are scared of Garou, aren’t you?” He paused, took a breath and spoke gravely, “because if you’re not, then we have a problem.”

“Don’t worry. Yeah. I’m scared of Mister Garou, sure, but I think we proved today that we’ll survive whatever he throws at us. More than anything, I’m scared that I won’t be able to do anything about the trouble he’s causing with the factory and everything. You know we’re just kids.”

“Ah, my boys, you’re a lot more than just kids. You just don’t know it yet. I have a feeling Garou is the one who is in for trouble, and even more, he’s real worried right about now. That said, I think you’d be crazy if you weren’t scared, so don’t get too comfortable.”

Jesse said, “Dad, they got the other coyote, a girl named Kiran.”

Kesh felt his eyes tear up and his voice shake. “Are they going to hurt her? Will they kill her?”

Mister Madosh sighed and smiled a little sadly. “No, they won’t kill her Kesh. I don’t think even Garou would be up for killing children, at least not yet. No, they’ll try to kill the spirit inside of her. In any case, that girl is in a lot of danger.”

The man drew a long deep breath and let it out with a great groan, like the sound of a waking tree. “If we are going engage the enemy, then let’s get to it. He grinned broadly, and, taking up his mug of cocoa, he toasted, “Here’s to the battle!”

The boys joined in. “To the battle!”

The bravado was contagious, and before long, all three were laughing and talking in fiery terms about how they would storm the ramparts of the Garou Chemical Corporation. Then Mister Madosh bent low and became very serious again. “First battle,” he whispered, “we find out what has happened to Miss Kiran. Then we do what we can to help her. Just remember that she will be okay. We have to have faith.”

Jesse and his father drove Kesh home in an old Ford pickup truck. When he pulled into the driveway, his parents were waiting. Kesh was a little worried, but he knew, or at least he hoped, his mother and father would support him. What he didn’t expect was his parents’ reaction to Mister Madosh’s grand entry. Instead of simply dropping the boy off and leaving, the man turned off the motor and stepped out into the driveway. Kesh’s dad almost sprinted to meet him. “Jon,” he said. “Well, I’ll be damned. It’s been a really, really long time. God, it’s good to see you again.”

Jonathan Madosh took the hand warmly in both of his and said, “Same here, Jack. It’s nice to see you again too.” He looked up and smiled broadly. “Alyssa! You’re as beautiful as ever!”

Kesh’s mother blushed. “You old dog. I forgot about what a flirt you are.” She opened her arms and said, “I’ve also forgotten how much I’ve missed you. Jack, let Jon go, so I can give him a big hug.”

Kesh, who had expected at least some scolding, was left standing with Jesse, ignored. He was grateful for the reprieve but confused. He shot Jesse a puzzled look. “You understand this?” The older boy just shook his head.

Then his mom, perhaps in response to the his confusion, said, “By the way Kesh, the principal called today. She was very concerned about both of you. I’ll call her tonight to let her know that you’re safe, but there may be consequences. Do you understand?” She smiled slyly and winked.

The boys nodded in unison. Jesse said, “Did she mention anyone else?”

“Yes. As a matter of fact, she did. The girl that was with you, Kiran Curtis, got a ride home with one of Garou’s employees. I don’t know what you were all up to, but we can talk about it later.”

Kesh nodded again. He was glad for the reprieve, but he was especially happy to know that Kiran was safe at home.

With this loud, happy, surprising welcome, his parents escorted everyone into the house and insisted Jesse and his dad stay for dinner. Once the befuddled excitement of the apparent reunion had passed, the grown-ups explained. Jesse’s dad started, “Kesh, I knew your parents years ago. We met at a powwow and we just hit it off.”

“A powwow?” Jesse was completely flustered. “What would you guys be doing at a powwow?”

Kesh’s mom broke in. “It really wasn’t all that surprising. After all, we were living in this small town in a region people referred to as ‘Indian Country.’ Jack was working at the college there, and I was writing articles for the town newspaper.”

Jesse said, “Why was it called ‘Indian Country?’”

Jon laughed. “You couldn’t throw a wampum bead without hitting a reservation.”

“Mom, you were a writer?” asked Kesh.

“That’s right, Kesh. Your mom was a reporter for the Sun,” his father answered.

“And a good one,” Jon Madosh added.

His mother continued. “Anyway, a lot of the students and faculty at the college were Native American, mostly from one of the three reservations in the region. Jack was teaching English at the local college. And, Jesse, your mom ran the counseling center on the reservation just north of town. That’s where she had grown up. We lived, worked, and played with the local people, and a big part of that was going to social dances to eat, dance, and celebrate.” He smiled gently. “Your mom was a wonderful dancer.”

Jesse looked away. “So how did you all end up here?”

It was Mister Madosh’s turn to respond. “The college president was crooked, the dean was senile, the provost spent the day watching home shopping shows on his mini-television, and the Board of Directors were a bunch of incompetent, crooked baboons, so the college went under. Before anyone knew what was going on we found ourselves, at least half of us, out of work. There wasn’t much else in the town, so when one of the area’s main employers tanked, it looked pretty bad for just about everyone. Then I got wind of a good paying job in this part of the world. I jumped at the chance, and we moved. It wasn’t long before our unemployed friends Jack and Alyssa followed.”

Kesh’s mom said, “We were getting desperate, and even though we didn’t end up working for Garou, we found other work here.”

Jon nodded and said, “The money was good, and the factory brought in other businesses. Whatever else people say about Garou Chemical, it provided a lot of people with good paying jobs. Almost right away, Jack managed to get hired at the community college, and your mom at the local newspaper. Karla ended up doing bookkeeping for Garou, and I worked in production.” He sighed heavily. “Long story short, Jesse was born, and just two years later, Karla was diagnosed with cancer. That’s pretty much it.” Mister Madosh took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. The room fell deathly silent.

Jon Madosh sniffled and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. He breathed deeply and said, “All right, guys. Jack and Alyssa and I have a lot to discuss.”

His mother said, “Kesh, why don’t you show Jesse around the place and grab some of that beef jerky in the kitchen to hold you until supper.”