Coydog Chalcedony--Pouvez-vous m'aider?

   
   "Coydog Chalcedony--Pouvez-vous m'aider?"
   
   Hamish thought:  "I'm an asshole."  He knew damn well his duty, even as a man, to assist the lass that knew the secrets.  Did it for the money.  What was coming to them if they strapped on the boots in metaphorical ice.  And Rasputin floated back to the top of the water, curious.  Is his Priest that gallant?
   Poste de police was seemingly knee deep, or handed out to.  Quand arrivons nous?  Sanctuary.  Was it all a false hope?  Hamish knew that was false testimony, in order to get the goods.  To make themselves look good, sowing illusion.  Dick Tracy is dead, or does his ghost haunt?
   Hamish dropped his head, gave Cody a stroke of love; next, knew:  For evil to prevail, all it takes is for a good man to do nothing.  The Chinese have sublime proverbs too, here and there.  

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Coydog Chalcedony--Rufus Healing

   
   "Coydog Chalcedony--Rufus Healing"
   
   Hamish eating a hot dog on flax seed bun, and in an organic market, where dogs were allowed, and he remembered when he almost died, thinking of those needing to know fear of God, yet he also saw his flaws in that, for there are always the less pious and more productive, if that productivity produces fruit for a dog named Rufus, living in suburbia, and feasting upon the family of humans,well, at least their kindness.  Next, with Cody at the table, a small, pixie-like-man with a red hat approached, and the conversation become electric babble.

PIXIE-LIKE-MAN
Always wanted to be a Brownie; they have a high tolerance for beer.  Never can pick when you cross over, or are you recruited, or is sowing and reaping the factor?

HAMISH
Oh hell, everybody deserves a second chance, even the not-so-nice guy.  Don't you Pixie's know--we give a damn too.

PIXIE-LIKE-MAN
Caring for a dog is one thing, caring for a human is another.

HAMISH
A man's fortitude is his labor, and well-earned, if he allows himself.  I may not be a Jedi Knight, but a smuggler of silence.  So, shut your face.

PIXIE-LIKE-MAN
And I thought all the locals were nice.

HAMISH
I'm from Oregon.  Like Billy Jack Haynes.  

Coydog Chalcedony--Murder Policy

   
   "Coydog Chalcedony--Murder Policy"
   
   Hamish and Cody cruising in the 60's Stang, exiting his only friend's true tale of fraud, which, of course, leads to neglect and murder; however, one involved is really sick and was always a poltroon; thus, will roll over and spill the truth, confessing to save his soul and be healed--if he is wise.
   Hamish was not disturbed that many-a-policy signed in fraudulent manner leads people to poison, neglect, and incarcerate in macabre institutions.  For even a dollar, some will pillage, for more, well, the golden calf drives souls to sell their own, making once decent men agents of evil.
   The priests, doctors, family members all knew, and some had a piece of the action, if the assassination was accomplished and people labelled a singular soul delusional, her standing in the way.  
   Hamish prayed to the Virgin Mary, knowing She is the Mirror of Justice; plus, he'd call in the Archangel Uriel on this one as well.  
   The friend's departing words to Hamish:  "My man--if anything happens to me or my only friend, know--they did it."  

Coydog Chalcedony--More or less

   
   "Coydog Chalcedony--More or less"
   
   Cody wandered from his master Hamish, fending for a fight, not against a squirrel tail hanging from a Chevy Monza's rear-view thingamajig, the automobile armed with a furious 4, yet designed with the non-mesh of a V-8 transmission, and while only a four speed, the pugnacious pistol of shifting infrequently allows a man to do his job--get in, unload, and exit; plus, with high RPM levels, rubber is never burned enough, and NO dumb asses--this has nothing to do with carnal cravings, yet gravity praised, and a muffler that doesn't randomly ruin the Earth, for Christ spits His tobacco on Terra's Terrain, that One True God knowing:  Man resides within, and his is the foundation of which he treats and trusts, in a way.
   Cody wanted to mark his resonance, or make his situation know, his ALIVE--his praise of pondering the fields.  And as the F-18 fighter pilot from Sand Diego knows, as do all of us:  The King is in the Field, watching.  Where is man's science, when he has no axioms to identify; specifically, Cody ran and flew, four-paws, on interior instinct.  

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Coydog Chalcedony--Volcanic Ensemble

   
   "Coydog Chalcedony--Volcanic Ensemble"
   
   Not that he was boring, yet harnessing humility in the grip of blue steel, clothed in its electricity and neurons firing for the Divine Purpose, but he wouldn't let anybody know.  Cody valiantly ventured with him that day, the coydog's tongue flopping drizzle and saliva splattering the windshield of a used and bruised Mustang from the 1960's, when an eight-cylinder meant something, before all the ups and props of high intake and outtake combined with headers, super-chargers, and all the rest produced exclamation on the quick strip of asphalt--a ballet danced upon by thunderous steel; specifically, machines known as hot rods.
   What you sow; next, you reap.  Beyond.  And Hamish didn't give a damn save his own example of silence.  He wasn't harnessing Saint Joseph, though that wasn't a bad idea; nevertheless, David differed from Samson, from Moses, from Aaron, from Paul, yet ALL so similar, in an axiomatic passion towards truth, as if they had been robbed themselves, all for the purpose of God--to please Him; moreover, to make Him laugh, wane, wax, or better yet--give a true love about US.
   Hamish remained in suspicious silence.  Scary as there are among men.  Though the coydog made him vociferously laugh, getting all Strawberry Shortcake, at times.