By the time I was able to grip Cosmos’ hips and pull him from the poor thing, she couldn’t even lift her head, the muscles and bones that controlled such movements were crushed and sliced beyond use. Her legs kicked impotently, her eyes wide in perfect fear. I let go of Cosmos and turned my back, but I couldn’t turn my ears to the horror the way I could my gaze, so I spun back around and kicked her head as if it were a ball. It didn’t kill her, but it knocked her out, so at least she wouldn’t be aware of Cosmos finishing the job.
I left Cosmos with his kill, hoping it’d keep him busy and he wouldn’t drag the deer into the yard before the landlord had left. Fortunately the landlady used her mouth more than her eyes. Over a cup of coffee she told me, “I need someone here in the off season. To keep the place up and make sure my rotten cheating ex-husband doesn’t change the locks or burn the place down or something. He’s crazy!”
That afternoon I drove Adina to the train station, then stopped by the Indian reservation for a pack of smokes. It was going to be a long day. I had to hang the dead deer from the tree that I had shagged under the night before, then I had to peel its hide from its flesh and cut fifty pounds of meat into pieces small enough to be cooked in the marble kitchen in my own personalHamptonsmansion.