Heathen Songs
A dog is jes' a wolf pretendin' to be your friend. His father's words, teaching him how to deal with farm dogs. Wolves see two kinds o' critter in the walkin' world: things like bigger wolves an' things they can eat. You got to think yourself big. Carl feels the attention on him and glances around. "..."
I am the biggest damn wolf in the world, he thinks, keeping his mind clear to convey what has to be said, and how. The gestures are swift, precise, feature the snake-sign often, ranch, town, Ranger, things rising up. He moves down and to the centre of the group as he "talks" like he has a right to. A gamble. The earth shakes under my paws, my shoulders brush the sky; fear these fangs.
"..."
Some of it sounds wild, but he's thought it all through, since last night and after what he said to Mike. Carl reaches for power for the good of the gang, daring. Hoping the spell of postured size and ferocity won't break and leave him just 5'7" of drunkard's son in the only state with a 5'10" average.
[[Translation: (sorry for the wall o' text, guys)
This is gonna be sacrilege - consider it my privilege as an un-Confirmed heathen - but I started thinkin’ after what I said to y’all [indicating Ned, Jack & Big Tom] last night. Ranger reckoned someone/thing was playing Ward like a fiddle to make this mess - I set her onto the Masons, keep her busy…an’ the Snake tried to silence me. That was why I came in pale, marked.
…and it’s got Nate. Used him as a distraction - figure it thought the Ranger’d buy a vengeful ghost turnin’ up co-inci-dentally pretty easy, maybe she did, but I knew him too well. Over in the valley he said he’d made a deal, wouldn’t die - wearin’ a black hat to a duel or anyhow. Turned on him like the Devil but it weren’t the Devil he made pact with - said “like Gus” - he made a pact with the Snake. Only it chose Ward over him an’ now his soul’s forfeit.
[claps to retain attention over murmuring that causes] Now to the point. The point - we all been thinking about the thing all wrong. It ain’t a science-power source, an’ it ain’t just some hocus-pocus spirit, deal and have done. It’s a fucking heathen god.
[time for the concept to start sinking in, but holding control]
That’s why it’s playing Ward, an’ how: he don’t see it, thinks it’s all accident. Energies. I think it let the bluecoats get sick, took all the healing in the cattle away ‘cept what “fixed” them to turn walker…an’ it wanted to give that to Ward to play with, like “see, it only affects people with Northern blood”…Ward’d see it as a bonus to healt cattle an’ sell ‘em on anyway, keep tryin’ to improve the method. Only the Yanks turned too soon, escaped, an’ Luke got kilt an’ came up (news to some of y’all) since somethin’ sparked him off, too - nearest theory we got is Rock dust, they all had recent exposure an’ Jethro’s cat was maybe in some cave ’round those parts. So it’s proved it ain’t really just Yankees, but anyone.
Why does it want deadders? If it’s a god of Injuns I see it goes like this - kill off everyone who (eats beef but) don’t bow-hunt buffalo, let them all turn walker an’ eat city folk…won’t be no cavalry left to save settlements like us from them. If it’s a god of snakes then, well, deadders got all the rat/bug-feeding of a corpse, make more corpses, don’t hunt snakes - win-win.
Ranger got to talk Ward out of this before he finds a way to make the energy what does the cattle-healin’ pass on without takin’ every beef to the circle each by each.
We want the Ranger to talk: distraction. Ward’ll stop an’ Snake’ll focus its attention on wheedlin’ him, not on us dumbass cowboys what don‘t know nothin’. We can contain this, maybe even turn it to our advantage, but only if we stick together, each for all. [glance at Dave] Even if Snake is here now [nods to Shaws] an’ any part o’ what I’m guessin’ is right, I’m no-one; it won’t get what I’m telling y’all.
[hasty point at Gus, who may be about to go off] You’re gon’ ask why an Injun/snake god lent y’all help - Ward ain’t gonna hire no heathen native, you’re pretty much all th’ opposite an’ right there to sell the Snake to him - a perfect bluff. [hard look, chancing it but if he can be heard out…] It ain’t interested in your bloodline or it woulda saved your mother. It played you, like Ward. Wanted y’all in Blackthorn.
[to everyone] We’re ahead of it. We took this land from the Injuns - god or demon, our God is stronger, we are stronger, we will fight, not run, and we will survive as Blackthorn has survived all the other hell we seen. Jes’ got to find out why Blackthorn to stop it happenin’ again.
Talk to old folks, injun-traders - whatever’s easy - find out what the hell we’re sat on an’ how to dig it out. Don’t panic, don’t talk too much. We got time an’ we will beat this to the ground. I got ideas.]]