Two Bulls

"What's your name?" Even asked.

The Indian Garth Brooks, threw his things into the back seat of Even's car and jumped over the door, into the front seat.

"Tony, but everybody calls me flash," the Indian Garth Brooks said.

"Flash?" Even seemed surprised.

"Yeah. Why?" Flash gave her a strange look.

"Nothing," Even said. "That was my father's nickname is all."

"Yeah," he said.

"Yeah," Even said. "He was a professional photographer."

"Really!" Tony said.

"Yeah he worked for National Geographic and mags like that," she said. She floor the gas pedal and the car lurched down the highway. Tony had to react fast to keep from losing his hat.

"Where you headed?" She asked.

"Everywhere," he said. "Right here, maybe."

Even shot him a quick glance and smiled.

"Where you from?" She asked.

"Everywhere." he spread his arms open. "Right here, maybe." He looked at her. "I'm traveling round, taking pictures on all the rezs in the country."

"No kidding," she said.

"No kidding," he replied. "By the way, what's your name?"

"Evening May Two Bulls," she said. "Everybody calls me Even."

"Evening May," he looked at her. "Cool name."

"I guess," she said. "I was born on a May evening."

"Guess your mom picked the name."

Even looked at him again and smiled.

"Guess so," she said.

They road in silence for a while.

"Got a place to stay while you're here?" Even asked.

"Got a tent," he said.

"Well, guess you can pitch it at my place," she said.

They drove for another few miles when Even pulled onto a dirt road. She drove another couple of miles and pulled into a drive way that stopped in front of a small wood frame house that was surrounded by an old broken down picket fence.

"This is home," she said.

He jumped out of the car and gave the place the once over. He took off his hat and slapped it on his leg. Even got out of the car and walked around to his side. A small black dog came around the corner of the house and walked up to her. She bent over and clapped her hands for the dog to come closer.

"Jasper, this here is Flash, be nice to him," she said. She looked at Flash. "He's a dangerous dog, can't you tell." She was smiling.

"Yeah, sure can." Flash said.

Even walked to the house and Flash grabbed his things from the back seat. He watched Even for a moment before following her. She was a tall girl, almost six feet, and a little on the heavy side. Still, all in all she was real pretty, Flash thought.

She stopped at her front door and looked back at him.

"Well, you coming."

"Yes I'm on my way," he said.

For the next three weeks, Even drove Flash all over the rez. He took pictures of everything. Even was in a lot of those pictures. Some people began to talk about how cute the two of them looked together. All the time the two of them were together, Robey could have spit nails.

One afternoon, Even asked Flash if he wanted to ride with her to see her mother. He said no, that he had things to do and went to his tent and crawled inside. Even didn't pursue the matter and went without him. It seemed that every time Even brought up seeing her mother, Flash had something else to do.

About two weeks later, Benji, Robey and me went into town to buy some liquor. The rez was a dry rez, so we always had to go to town to get our booze. We were driving back when Benji started running his mouth.

"Hey Tommy," he said to me. "You here that guy moved in with Even. He ain't living in his tent no more."

Robey shot Benji a look that could kill.

"Benji, that's just a rumor. It ain't true," I said.

"Sure it's true," Benji said. "I heard some girls talking the other night that Even might be pregnant!"

"Damn Benji," I said. "You would believe anything wouldn't you."

"Pull over," Robey said.

"Why?" Benji looked at Robey.

Robey reached under his shirt and pulled out a forty-five.

"Pull the fucking car over," He said, pointing the gun at Benji.

"Holy shit!" I yelled and sat up straight in the back seat.

Benji eyed the gun in Robey's hand and jerked the car off the road. He slammed on the brake and we all lunged forward.

Robey waved the gun around.

"Both of ya, get the hell out." He said.

"Robey, calm down," I said.

He turned to me and put the gun in my face.