Grandmother Spider (Charlie Moon Series #6)

Grandmother Spider (Charlie Moon Series #6)

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by James D. Doss
     
 

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A lawman with a hardy appetite for life and an unshakable faith in the explicable, Southern Ute Acting Chief of Police Charlie Moon is not prepared to accept a purely supernatural explanation for the recent strange events of April 1. Nevertheless, something carried off Tommy Tonompicket and his unlikely drinking companion, research scientist William Pizinski, in

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A lawman with a hardy appetite for life and an unshakable faith in the explicable, Southern Ute Acting Chief of Police Charlie Moon is not prepared to accept a purely supernatural explanation for the recent strange events of April 1. Nevertheless, something carried off Tommy Tonompicket and his unlikely drinking companion, research scientist William Pizinski, in the black chill of the Colorado night. And something ripped the head off a man outside a lonely cabin in the mountains...and left two large, fanglike punctures in his chest. And though Charlie's eccentric old aunt, the shaman Daisy Perika, claims the gargantuan avenging arachnid Grandmother Spider has risen up from the depths of Navajo Lake, the hulking, good-natured tribal policeman feels in his gut that this is murder, pure if not simple, and most probably by human hands.

Editorial Reviews

Denver Rocky Mountain News
Doss's best yet.
Colorado Springs Gazette
Readers will find themselves propelled by fast-paced action and intriguing characters.
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Mysteries with Native American characters seem to come in two varieties: tough-minded and realistic (think Tony Hillerman's Leaphorn/Chee stories and Peter Bowen's books about Montana's Gabriel Du Pr ), or softer and sillierDlike Doss's Shaman series about Ute policeman Charlie Moon and his dotty old aunt, Daisy Perika. Number six in the series is even sillier than its predecessors, setting up a ludicrous situationDthree men savagely attacked by what seems to be a giant spider or an alien space vehicleDand then daring the reader to come up with some other, more rational explanation. Moon, a slow-moving giant who would rather eat or fish than do the heavy lifting involved in police work, doesn't add much energy or action to the story: he spends most of his time jousting verbally with his aunt Daisy about her visions and beliefs or romancing a totally unlikely Hollywood glamour girl dropped into the scene to extend a thin story. And while it's true that most readers won't guess what it was that actually attacked rocket scientist William Pizinski's pickup truck on the shore of Navajo Lake in Colorado, it's also true that not many of them will stick around until the dumb little secret is revealed. (Jan. 9) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.
School Library Journal
Adult/High School-Doss's familiar characters Charlie Moon, a Ute officer; his aunt, a shaman; and his buddy Scott Parris bring humor as well as religion and mysticism to this novel. It's a mysterious and ethereal tale, and a suspenseful story of murder. A mythical spiderlike creature is spotted crossing Canon del Espiritu, grasping Tommy Tonompicket, a Ute man who is struggling and screaming for life. Also, as the creature seems to float along with Tommy, it is attacking one of his most recent drinking buddies, William Pizinski. Meanwhile, the shaman tells of the giant grandmother spider that consumes her victims in a fit of violent passion. As the two men disappear and then turn up shocked and worse for wear, local folks report seeing a giant spider with a single red eye. An innocent man is killed. And once the missing men are found, their individual professional entanglements lead to yet another murder. Young people who admire Native American culture and fans of mystery will enjoy Doss's latest work. His descriptive powers as well as his storyteller's skills and sharp wit make readers feel as if they are there.-Trudy Williams, Prince William County Public Schools, VA Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780380803941
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
12/04/2001
Series:
Charlie Moon Series, #6
Edition description:
Reprint
Pages:
384
Sales rank:
357,195
Product dimensions:
4.18(w) x 6.75(h) x 0.96(d)

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Chapter One

Colorado
Southern Ute Reservation
April I


The east, an iridescent rainbow arches shimmeringly over misted mountains. In the west, the crimson sun descends through opalescent clouds. Far above-unbound by the fetters of this world—a lone hawk floats serenely. Having gathered perfume, the evening breeze whispers sweetly of blushing flowers. How glorious, these hours.

But wait.

The translucent mask of day slips away. At twilight's cue, the bright masquerade ends...the darkling's dance begins. In the black heavens are fiery omens. On the flinty field, sheep of the flock are scattered in terror. And where the icy water drips...living flesh is cleaved from bone.

In this wilderness of windswept sandstone mesas and deep, cool canyons, dusk approaches with tremulous sighs and elusive whispers. As the sun blushes scarlet, a misty breath of twilight is exhaled from the mouth of Cañon del Espíritu. A triad of shadowy fingers reach out from Three Sisters Mesa, slipping stealthily along the piñon-studded ridge toward the isolated home. As if to grasp and crush the Ute elder's modest dwelling.

Were it not for the child and her black cat-and the wandering ghosts who have not found that elusive exit from Middle World-the old woman would be quite lonely. But loneliness is banished by activity. So, from long habit, she keeps busy. In her small kitchen, Daisy Perika fusses about the propane stove, preparing supper for two. She stirs a bubbling pot of green chili stew. Moreover, strong coffee is brewing. And trouble.

The girl sits cross-legged on the kitchen floor with a tatteredschoolbook in her lap. Sarah Frank's frown reflects the student's painful concentration and the child's instinctive distaste for the subject at hand. Her assignment is to study the structure of arachnids, of the order Araneae. These terrifying, alien creatures are the stuff of nightmares. Eight hooked legs, a pair of poison fangs, bulging black eyes. Some spin a sticky web to ensnare poor butterfly. Other members of this sinister clan hide in a dark pit under a cunningly crafted trapdoor, waiting to leap out and snatch pretty ladybug. How perfectly horrible.

At this very moment, across the cracked linoleum...along came a spider. And sat down. Besider.

Poor, unfortunate, arachnid (of the order Araneae). His spongy brain could have rested comfortably on the tip of a sharp pin. Life is hard enough for all God's creatures. It is particularly difficult for those who are unwilling-or unable-to think.

Sarah spied the ugly thing within a handbreadth of her leg. The benefits of a modem education were not lost on her. Without an instant's hesitation, she smacked the creature with the schoolbook.

Daisy Perika—though mildly startled by this sudden noise-did not bother to look over her shoulder. "What was that?"

Sarah recalled the Ute elder's warning about killing spiders. "Just a bug," she muttered.

"Oh." The old woman gave the thick brown broth a double stir, then touched the spoon to her tongue. Needed just another dab of salt...half a smidgen of black pepper.

The child smiled at the memory of the last time she had killed one of these awful creatures. It had been a long time ago—on one of their walks in Cañon del Espíritu. Daisy had warned her that if you murder a spider, members of its family—the Spider People—would come that very night, climb into your bed-and bite you! The impressionable little girl, only six at the time, had been terrified by this threat. But the shaman, as usual, had a solution. At Daisy's instruction, Sarah had used a stick to draw a circle in the dust around the dead spider. And the Ute-Papago child had said these words to the spider's spirit:

"A Navajo killed you. Send your family to bite the Navajos."

Sure enough, the falsehood worked. The vengeful eight-legged creatures had stayed away from her bed. But had the spider's family searched out an innocent Navajo girl-and bit her a thousand times? The child had never managed to dismiss this troubling image from her mind.

Now Sarah is nine years old. And very grown-up. Moreover, she is well educated. She knows that spiders do not have hateful spirits or avenging families. So she does not bother to draw an imaginary circle on the cracked linoleum around the corpse of the reprehensible creature, or to verbally direct the terrible vengeance of the Spider People on the Navajo nation ... which has troubles enough.

The old woman did not look away from her duties at the propane stove. Her mouth wrinkled into a wry smile. "So, after all my warnings—you killed another spider?"

As if Daisy Perika had an eye in the back of her head, Sarah nodded.

The old woman-as if she could see the doleful nod-shook her head wearily. She turned down the burner under the bubbling stew. "Shouldn't have done that."

Sarah-though she did not believe half the old woman's warningswas a cautious little soul. And was already considering cheap repentance. I could draw the circle around it-and say the words."

Daisy snorted. "Too late."

The child shrugged.

"Tonight," the old woman muttered darkly, "she'll be on the prowl. And have her revenge."

Sarah tended to stutter when she was anxious. "Wh-wh-who...?"

Daisy cupped her hand by her ear. "What was that? Did I hear a hoot owl?"

The child licked her lips and tried again. "Who'll be on the prowl?"

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