Twisted city. Part six.

Now the beginning. I must finish this tale.

Twisted city. Chapter six.

Tiffany awoke early and she had stayed in Portland. The hotel was spacious and she had piles of notes and photos on the large desk. She spread out the photos across the second bed. 150 bodies in pieces. She knew, everyday in the USA 60-200 serial killers are roaming the USA. She knew her killer was different. He didn't kill women and he didn't hunt them. He went after the demons and he killed the worst kind of people. He tortured them for hours and sometimes for days. She knew he was a soldier once. He used knifes, rope and the deadly drugs. He knew how to clean-up his messes and the people who saw him. They loved him. He was a myth and even the FBI didn't believe in him. She tried to tell her superiors, the 150 murdered were similar. She knew, they did not care about the dead men. They were the scum of our world. Tiffany was like so many. She would protect him. In Los Angeles, they called the Angel of death. Two years ago, he killed three of the most successful drug dealers in the city. He paid for the funeral of three children poison by laced drugs. He collected their money in their houses and he gave the money to the  missions and food banks. The people of the city loved the mystical man and he hunted alone. All the witnesses said different thing. He was between 25 and 50.  He was five foot tall to seven feet tall in height and he was black, white, Mexican, Native American and Japanese. She knew he would kill again soon. He killed on the west coast in the hot days of Summer, the killing had began again. In the Winter, he roamed New York city, Detroit and Chicago. Mainly the cold states. Tiffany was waiting for a big story and the morning paper wrote about a rapist/murderer who got off on technical mistakes in Seattle. She would go to Seattle today. She had a heavy feeling, the killer was going to be in Seattle. She knew, she was working alone. Her superiors had no interest in a person who killed the the cold blooded killers and drug dealers.

Sara Little Wolf awoke early and her arms held Coyote tightly. She had known him for 30 years and she remembered the young soldier who was afraid to touch her. After two years of friendship, she crawled into his bed nude and she kissed him. She whispered. My dear Coyote, you and I are connected forever. He told her this night. I will love you dear Sara. She dreamed of Morningstar and she decided. Today, they would to go Big Sur and seek her out. She knew Morningstar was calling to her and she wanted to be with Coyote. She felt Coyote stir and she kissed him long and hard. She asked. Do you want coffee and toast? He smiled and he told yes. She left the bed and she went to the kitchen. His dream was similar. He knew he and Sara would go to the River Inn in Big Sur. Seek some advice and some wisdom.

After the meal, Sara allowed him to drive the 40 miles from Monterey to the River Inn in Big Sur. He loved Big Sur. Few people, the sea near and the forest was forever. It was holy place for the spirit world. They found Don Francis waiting for them, 30 years ago. Was a good day. Sara, Red Fox and him. This was the day, they begin their friendship. They met Morningstar at the River Inn that day also. She told him. You are the dreamer. Please don't allow the dreams to murder your kindness. They arrived at noon at the River Inn and they went to the river near the restaurant. The river was so beautiful, the river was moving toward the sea. Red Fox, Sara, Silent Bobcat had spend many days here. They would talk, drink beer and wine. Discuss saving a world, that can't be saved. Sara touched his shoulder and she asked him. I became the healer, the herbalist and I can't save you. What can I do? He turned to her and he told her. Some men cannot be saved, some men are born with anger and the anger will kill them. Sara told him. After Silent Bobcat was murdered at the demonstration trying to stop the oil drilling and the cancer killing Red Fox. You changed. He brought her close and they heard a voice. They turned and beautiful Morningstar was standing near them. She said, good afternoon my children and I am so glad you came to me. I did pray last night to see you both. Coyote bad dreams, I can feel so strongly. She was five foot tall, long black hair and the darkest brown eyes. She whispered to Sara. I heard your prayers. Dear Sara, all we can do is be kind to each other. All things will fall into place.

Coyote bought two bottles of the California red and he joined Morningstar and Sara at the tables near the river. He knew Sara wanted someone to stop his craziness and he wished he knew how? Morningstar took his hands and her eyes turned to deep sadness. She told him. The killer cannot be a Nagual. Blood infested hands and mind. He will turn to blackness and die. The killer must become the healer again. You are black and red in color now. You must seek healing. Can you go to Mexico? He reached over and he kissed Morningstar face. He told her. The ancient Naguals are talking to me. I see death and I am not afraid. Sara listened and she asked. What did you do Coyote? He looked into her dancing wild eyes and he told her. I did too much. After was wine was gone. They walked to the river. Coyote held Sara and Morningstar hand. Morningstar prayed for them and she kissed his face. She whispered to him.

Death is a cold friend, anger is the sin of man and taking a life. Cannot be forgiven.

Sara drove back to Pacific Grove and the 40 miles. They held silence. He told her at her home. In two day, I must return to Seattle. Another new book to be released. I want us to walk the beach and we can dance like children again with the sea. With sad eyes, she told him. Anything you want dear Coyote. Let's make these days our best days. We need some good days. He kissed her and he told her. When I am with you. These are always my best day my beautiful Sara. Tears begin to fall from her eyes and she asked him. Can you be save? You have the same color as Red Fox before he died. He knew death was coming and he wanted death. Do you want death John? He told her. Not yet my sweet Sara. Only the good die young and I have many more years left. They roamed Monterey and Pacific Grove for two days. They drank a lot, danced by the sea nightly and they ate the fancy candy apples on the pier every night. She held him tightly and she knew. Coyote had the color of death. He couldn't be saved.

He left in the morning and Sara hugged him hard near the Dodge truck. She kissed him a 100 times and she told him. You are my last friend left. I need you with me. I don't want to be alone with the memories only. Please come back to me and stay forever. I can keep you safe. He told her. I will return in one month. We will get marry and drink wine/laugh till our last day. She whispered. A promise is a promise. You must keep.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.