They got out of the car and the fat man waved them around and lined them up on Farto"s side and looked at them. The boys still had their drinks in their hands, and sparing that, they looked like cons in a lineup.

Fat Man Number Two came over and looked at the trio and smiled. It was obvious the fatties were twins. They had the same bad features in the same fat faces. They wore Hawaiian shirts that varied only in profiles and color of parrots and had on white socks and too-short black slacks and black, shiny, Italian shoes with toes sharp enough to thread needles.

Fat Man Number One took the cup away from Scott and sniffed it. "A n.i.g.g.e.r with liquor," he said. "That"s like a c.u.n.t with brains. It don"t go together. Guess you was getting tanked up so you could put the old black snake to some chocolate pudding after a while. Or maybe you was wantin" some vanilla and these boys were gonna set it up."

"I"m not wanting anything but to go home," Scott said. Fat Man Number Two looked at Fat Man Number One and said, "So he can f.u.c.k his mother."

The fatties looked at Scott to see what he"d say but he didn"t say anything. They could say he screwed dogs and that was all right with him. h.e.l.l, bring one on and he"d f.u.c.k it now if they"d let him go afterwards.

Fat Man Number One said, "You boys running around with a jungle bunny makes me sick."

"He"s just a n.i.g.g.e.r from school," Farto said. "We don"t like him none. We just picked him up because some White Tree boys were beating on him and we didn"t want him to get wrecked on account of he"s our quarterback."

"Ah," Fat Man Number One said, "I see. Personally, me and Vinnie don"t cotton to n.i.g.g.e.rs in sports. They start taking showers with white boys the next thing they want is to take white girls to bed. It"s just one step from one to the other."

"We don"t have nothing to do with him playing," Leonard said. "We didn"t integrate the schools."

"No," Fat Man Number One said, "that was ole Big Ears Johnson, but you"re running around with him and drinking with him."

"His cup"s been peed in," Farto said. "That was kind of a joke on him, you see. He ain"t our friend, I swear it. He"s just a n.i.g.g.e.r that plays football."

"Peed in his cup, huh?" said the one called Vinnie. "I like that, Pork, don"t you? Peed in his f.u.c.king cup."

Pork dropped Scott"s cup on the ground and smiled at him. "Come here, n.i.g.g.e.r. I got something to tell you."

Scott looked at Farto and Leonard. No help there. They had suddenly become interested in the toes of their shoes; they examined them as if they were true marvels of the world.

Scott moved toward Pork, and Pork, still smiling, put his arm around Scott"s shoulders and walked him toward the big storage building. Scott said, "What are we doing?"

Pork turned Scott around so they were facing Leonard and Farto who still stood holding their drinks and contemplating their shoes. "I didn"t want to get it on the new gravel drive," Pork said and pulled Scott"s head in close to his own and with his free hand reached back and under his Hawaiian shirt and brought out a short, black revolver and put it to Scott"s temple and pulled the trigger. There was a snap like a bad knee going out and Scott"s feet lifted in unison and went to the side and something dark squirted from his head and his feet swung back toward Pork and his shoes shuffled, snapped, and twisted on the concrete in front of the building.

"Ain"t that somethin"," Pork said as Scott went limp and dangled from the thick crook of his arm. "The rhythm is the last thing to go."

Leonard couldn"t make a sound. His guts were in his throat. He wanted to melt and run under the car. Scott was dead and the brains that had made plays twisted as fishing worms and commanded his feet on down the football field were scrambled like breakfast eggs.

Farto said, "Holy s.h.i.t."

Pork let go of Scott and Scott"s legs split and he sat down and his head went forward and clapped on the cement between his knees. A dark pool formed under his face.

"He"s better off, boys," Vinnie said. "n.i.g.g.e.r was begat by Cain and the ape and he ain"t quite monkey and he ain"t quite man. He"s got no place in this world "cept as a beast of burden. You start trying to train them to do things like drive cars and run with footb.a.l.l.s it ain"t nothing but grief to them and the whites too. Get any on your shirt, Pork?"

"Nary a drop."

Vinnie went inside the building and said something to the men there that could be heard but not understood, then he came back with some crumpled newspapers. He went over to Scott and wrapped them around the b.l.o.o.d.y head and let it drop back on the cement. "You try hosing down that s.h.i.t when it"s dried, Pork, and you wouldn"t worry none about that gravel. The gravel ain"t nothing."

Then Vinnie said to Farto, "Open the back door of that car." Farto nearly twisted an ankle doing it. Vinnie picked Scott up by the back of the neck and the seat of his pants and threw him onto the floorboard of the Impala.

Pork used the short barrel of his revolver to scratch his nuts, then put the gun behind him, under his Hawaiian shirt. "You boys are gonna go to the river bottoms with us and help us get shed of this n.i.g.g.e.r."

"Yes, sir," Farto said. "We"ll toss his a.s.s in the Sabine for you."

"How about you?" Pork asked Leonard. "You trying to go weak sister?"

"No," Leonard croaked, "I"m with you."

"That"s good," Pork said. "Vinnie, you take the truck and lead the way."

Vinnie took a key from his pocket and unlocked the building door next to the one with the light, went inside, and backed out a sharp-looking gold Dodge pickup. He backed it in front of the Impala and sat there with the motor running.

"You boys keep your place," Pork said. He went inside the lighted building for a moment. They heard him say to the men inside, "Go on and watch the movies. And save some of them beers for us. We"ll be back." Then the light went out and Pork came out, shutting the door. He looked at Leonard and Farto and said, "Drink up, boys."

Leonard and Farto tossed off their warm c.o.ke and whiskey and dropped the cups on the ground.

"Now," Pork said, "you get in the back with the n.i.g.g.e.r, I"ll ride with the driver."

Farto got in the back and put his feet on Scott"s knees. He tried not to look at the head wrapped in newspaper, but he couldn"t help it. When Pork opened the front door and the overhead light came on Farto saw there was a split in the paper and Scott"s eye was visible behind it. Across the forehead the wrapping had turned dark. Down by the mouth and chin was an ad for a fish sale.

Leonard got behind the wheel and started the car. Pork reached over and honked the horn. Vinnie rolled the pickup forward and Leonard followed him to the river bottoms. No one spoke. Leonard found himself wishing with all his heart that he had gone to the outdoor picture show to see the movie with the n.i.g.g.e.r starring in it.

The river bottoms were steamy and hot from the closeness of the trees and the under and overgrowth. As Leonard wound the Impala down the narrow, red clay roads amidst the dense foliage, he felt as if his car were a crab crawling about in a pubic thatch. He could feel from the way the steering wheel handled that the dog and the chain were catching brush and limbs here and there. He had forgotten all about the dog and now being reminded of it worried him. What if the dog got tangled and he had to stop? He didn"t think Pork would take kindly to stopping, not with the dead burrhead on the floorboards and him wanting to get rid of the body.

Finally they came to where the woods cleared out a spell and they drove along the edge of the Sabine River. Leonard hated water and always had. In the moonlight the river looked like poisoned coffee flowing there. Leonard knew there were alligators and gars big as little alligators and water moccasins by the thousands swimming underneath the water, and just the thought of all those slick, darting bodies made him queasy.

They came to what was known as Broken Bridge. It was an old worn-out bridge that had fallen apart in the middle and it was connected to the land on this side only. People sometimes fished off of it. There was no one fishing tonight.

Vinnie stopped the pickup and Leonard pulled up beside it, the nose of the Chevy pointing at the mouth of the bridge. They all got out and Pork made Farto pull Scott out by the feet. Some of the newspapers came loose from Scott"s head exposing an ear and part of the face. Farto patted the newspaper back into place.

"f.u.c.k that," Vinnie said. "It don"t hurt if he stains the f.u.c.king ground. You two idgits find some stuff to weight this c.o.o.n down so we can sink him."

Farto and Leonard started scurrying about like squirrels, looking for rocks or big, heavy logs. Suddenly they heard Vinnie cry out. "G.o.damighty, f.u.c.king A. Pork. Come look at this."

Leonard looked over and saw that Vinnie had discovered Rex. He was standing looking down with his hands on his hips. Pork went over to stand by him, then Pork turned around and looked at them. "Hey, you f.u.c.ks, come here."

Leonard and Farto joined them in looking at the dog. There was mostly just a head now, with a little bit of meat and fur hanging off a spine and some broken ribs.

"That"s the sickest f.u.c.king thing I"ve ever f.u.c.king seen," Pork said.

"G.o.damighty," Vinnie said.

"Doing a dog like that. s.h.i.t, don"t you got no heart? A dog. Man"s best f.u.c.king G.o.dd.a.m.n friend and you two killed him like this."

"We didn"t kill him," Farto said.

"You trying to f.u.c.king tell me he done this to himself? Had a bad f.u.c.king day and done this."

"G.o.damighty," Vinnie said.

"No, sir," Leonard said. "We chained him on there after he was dead."

"I believe that," Vinnie said. "That"s some rich s.h.i.t. You guys murdered this dog. G.o.damighty."

"Just thinking about him trying to keep up and you f.u.c.ks driving faster and faster makes me mad as a wasp," Pork said.

"No," Farto said. "It wasn"t like that. He was dead and we were drunk and we didn"t have anything to do, so we-"

"Shut the f.u.c.k up," Pork said, sticking a finger hard against Farto"s forehead. "You just shut the f.u.c.k up. We can see what the f.u.c.k you f.u.c.ks did. You drug this here dog around until all his G.o.dd.a.m.n hide came off ... What kind of mothers you boys got anyhow that they didn"t tell you better about animals?"

"G.o.damighty," Vinnie said.

Everyone grew silent, stood looking at the dog. Finally Farto said, "You want us to go back to getting some stuff to hold the n.i.g.g.e.r down?"

Pork looked at Farto as if he had just grown up whole from the ground. "You f.u.c.ks are worse than n.i.g.g.e.rs, doing a dog like that. Get on back over to the car."

Leonard and Farto went over to the Impala and stood looking down at Scott"s body in much the same way they had stared at the dog. There, in the dim moonlight shadowed by trees, the paper wrapped around Scott"s head made him look like a giant papier-mache doll. Pork came up and kicked Scott in the face with a swift motion that sent newspapers flying and sent a thonking sound across the water that made frogs jump.

"Forget the n.i.g.g.e.r," Pork said. "Give me your car keys, ball sweat." Leonard took out his keys and gave them to Pork and Pork went around to the trunk and opened it. "Drag the n.i.g.g.e.r over here."

Leonard took one of Scott"s arms and Farto took the other and they pulled him over to the back of the car.

"Put him in the trunk," Pork said.

"What for?" Leonard asked.

""Cause I f.u.c.king said so," Pork said.

Leonard and Farto heaved Scott into the trunk. He looked pathetic lying there next to the spare tire, his face partially covered with newspaper. Leonard thought, if only the n.i.g.g.e.r had stolen a car with a spare he might not be here tonight. He could have gotten that flat changed and driven on before the White Tree boys even came along.

"All right, you get in there with him," Pork said, gesturing to Farto.

"Me?" Farto said.

"Nah, not f.u.c.king you, the f.u.c.king elephant on your f.u.c.king shoulder. Yeah, you, get in the trunk. I ain"t got all night."

"Jesus, we didn"t do anything to that dog, mister. We told you that. I swear. Me and Leonard hooked him up after he was dead ... It was Leonard"s idea."

Pork didn"t say a word. He just stood there with one hand on the trunk lid looking at Farto. Farto looked at Pork, then the trunk, then back to Pork. Lastly he looked at Leonard, then climbed into the trunk, his back to Scott.

"Like spoons," Pork said, and closed the lid. "Now you, whatsit, Leonard? You come over here." But Pork didn"t wait for Leonard to move. He scooped the back of Leonard"s neck with a chubby hand and pushed him over to where Rex lay at the end of the chain with Vinnie still looking down at him.

"What you think, Vinnie?" Pork asked. "You got what I got in mind?"

Vinnie nodded. He bent down and took the collar off the dog. He fastened it on Leonard. Leonard could smell the odor of the dead dog in his nostrils. He bent his head and puked.

"There goes my shoeshine," Vinnie said, and he hit Leonard a short one in the stomach. Leonard went to his knees and puked some more of the hot c.o.ke and whiskey.

"You f.u.c.ks are the lowest pieces of s.h.i.t on this earth, doing a dog like that," Vinnie said. "A n.i.g.g.e.r ain"t no lower."

Vinnie got some strong fishing line out of the back of the truck and they tied Leonard"s hands behind his back. Leonard began to cry.

"Oh shut up," Pork said. "It ain"t that bad. Ain"t nothing that bad."

But Leonard couldn"t shut up. He was caterwauling now and it was echoing through the trees. He closed his eyes and tried to pretend he had gone to the show with the n.i.g.g.e.r starring in it and had fallen asleep in his car and was having a bad dream, but he couldn"t imagine that. He thought about Harry the janitor"s flying saucers with the peppermint rays, and he knew if there were any saucers shooting rays down, they weren"t boredom rays after all. He wasn"t a bit bored.

Pork pulled off Leonard"s shoes and pushed him back flat on the ground and pulled off the socks and stuck them in Leonard"s mouth so tight he couldn"t spit them out. It wasn"t that Pork thought anyone was going to hear Leonard, he just didn"t like the noise. It hurt his ears.

Leonard lay on the ground in the vomit next to the dog and cried silently. Pork and Vinnie went over to the Impala and opened the doors and stood so they could get a grip on the car to push. Vinnie reached in and moved the gear from park to neutral and he and Pork began to shove the car forward. It moved slowly at first, but as it made the slight incline that led down to the old bridge, it picked up speed. From inside the trunk, Farto hammered lightly at the lid as if he didn"t really mean it. The chain took up slack and Leonard felt it jerk and pop his neck. He began to slide along the ground like a snake.

Vinnie and Pork jumped out of the way and watched the car make the bridge and go over the edge and disappear into the water with amazing quietness. Leonard, pulled by the weight of the car, rustled past them. When he hit the bridge, splinters tugged at his clothes so hard they ripped his pants and underwear down almost to his knees.

The chain swung out once toward the edge of the bridge and the rotten railing, and Leonard tried to hook a leg around an upright board there, but that proved wasted. The weight of the car just pulled his knee out of joint and jerked the board out of place with a screech of nails and lumber.

Leonard picked up speed and the chain rattled over the edge of the bridge, into the water and out of sight, pulling its connection after it like a pull toy. The last sight of Leonard was the soles of his bare feet, white as the bellies of fish.

"It"s deep there," Vinnie said. "I caught an old channel cat there once, remember? Big sucker. I bet it"s over fifty-feet deep down there."

They got in the truck and Vinnie cranked it.

"I think we did them boys a favor," Pork said. "Them running around with n.i.g.g.e.rs and what they did to that dog and all. They weren"t worth a thing."

"I know it," Vinnie said. "We should have filmed this, Pork, it would have been good. Where the car and that n.i.g.g.e.r lover went off in the water was choice."

"Nah, there wasn"t any women."

"Point," Vinnie said, and he backed around and drove onto the trail that wound its way out of the bottoms.

Diary.

Ronald Kelly.

"Diary" was first published in Cemetery Dance magazine #3 in 1990.

Ronald Kelly is the author of such Southern horror novels as Hindsight, Pitfall, Something Out There, Father"s Little Helper, The Possession, Fear, and Blood Kin. His audio collection, Dark Dixie: Tales of Southern Horror was nominated for a Grammy Award in 1992 for Best Spoken or Non-Musical Recording. His first short story collection, Midnight Grinding & Other Twilight Terrors, was published by Cemetery Dance Publications in 2009, and his latest novel, h.e.l.l Hollow, was released in 2010. His upcoming publications include Undertaker"s Moon, After the Burn, c.u.mberland Furnace & Other Fear-Forged Fables, and the Essential Ronald Kelly Collection.

He lives in Brush Creek, Tennessee with his wife and three young"uns.