Американские боги
Chapter 7
AssoonastheysayOdin’sname,thereedtransformsintoaspearandstabstheguyintheside,thecalfintestinesbecomeathickrope,thebranchbecomesaboughofatree,andthetreepullsup,andthegrounddropsaway,andthekingislefthangingtheretodiewithawoundinhissideandhisfacegoingblack.Endofstory.Whitepeoplehavesomefucked-upgods,MisterShadow."
"Yes,"saidShadow."You’renotwhite?"
"I’maCherokee,"shesaid.
"Full-blooded?"
"Nope.Onlyfourpints.Mymomwaswhite.MydadwasarealreservationIndian.Hecameoutthisway,eventuallymarriedmymom,hadme,thenwhentheysplithewentbacktoOklahoma."
"Hewentbacktothereservation?"
"No.HeborrowedmoneyandopenedaTacoBellknock-offcalledTacoBill’s.Hedoesokay.Hedoesn’tlikeme.SaysI’mhalf-breed."
"I’msorry."
"He’sajerk.I’mproudofmyIndianblood.Ithelpspaymycollegetuition.Hell,onedayit’llprobablyhelpgetmeajob,ifIcan’tsellmybronzes."
"There’salwaysthat,"saidShadow.
HestoppedinElPaso,IL(pop.2,500),toletSamoutatadown-at-heelhouseontheedgeofthetown.Alargewire-framedmodelofareindeercoveredintwinklinglightsstoodinthefrontyard."Youwanttocomein?"sheasked."Myauntwouldgiveyouacoffee."
"No,"hesaid.
