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The story is based on Chris Leeson's "Eerie Saloon" captions. Chris has
been acting in a role somewhere between editor and co-author. The basic
idea was his, but the embellishment is mine, so I'm probably to blame for
whatever you don't like in the story.
Tales of the Eerie Saloon -- Mixed Magics
By Ellie Dauber
(c) 2002
Thursday, July 20, 1871
Shamus looked embarrassed. "Well, to tell the truth, I did make it one time
before, back when I was about twelve and still living with the Cheyenne."
***
Harvest Moon, 1857
Sun Haired Woman, a widow who had answered to Mrs. Maggie O'Toole before she
met and married a Cheyenne medicine man, found her son kneeling over a small
fire at the edge of the village. "Straw Head, whut are ye up to?" She
spoke in Cheyenne with a thick Irish brogue.
The slender, sandy-haired boy looked up. "Ma, I didn't hear ye coming up.
Has pappy been coaching you?" The boy, once known as Shamus, also had an
Irish accent, but much less than his mother's.
"No, and don't be changing the subject. What are you doing?"
"Just trying out some stuff." He said the word carefully. "Ye've been
teaching me the hedge lore from the auld country, and pappy's shown me a few
thing about the magic of the People."
"And...." She let the question hang.
"And they ain't as different as ye might think -- at least in some of the
ways. I wanted to try to make something, a mix ye might say, from the both
of them."
"And just what sort of foul brew did ye make?"
"I mixed a dream potion that pappy uses with a glamour spell you showed me.
They were real close in what went into them, even if they don't do the same
sort of thing to whoever takes them."
"I don't know, Straw Head. Dog Yelping told me that those potions make him
think like a woman; he says that's what a medicine man does -- think
different from what he is. And the glamour spell I showed you is to make a
woman look pretty. Maybe they are alike in what they do."
"That's what I want to find out, whether they are or they ain't alike and
what happens if I mix the two."
"Ye ain't gonna take that yuirself, are you?"
"Ma, I ain't crazy. That's what I got him for." He pointed to a small dog
with a rope around its neck. The other end of the rope was tied to a nearby
tree. He looked at the small pot over the fire. It held a greenish liquid
that was bubbling gently. "In fact, I think it's done.
He used a wooden hook to take the pot off the fire, lowering it onto a small
square of wood. He put a small piece of dried meat into a wooden bowl and
poured some of the liquid over the meat. He lifted the bowl and blew on it
to cool. Then he put it down near the dog.
The dog strained at the rope all but pulling himself up onto his hind legs.
He slid forward, putting his head into the bowl and began to lap at the
food. In a moment the bowl was empty.
The dog looked up at Straw Head, as if asking for more food. Then it
suddenly let out a surprised "Yip!" It began to back away from the bowl,
but it seemed unable to walk. The dog collapsed to the ground unable to
rise on its hind legs for all it tried. It wriggled around, winding up on
its back.
Mother and son watched the animal carefully, waiting to see what happened.
Straw Head saw it first. "Ma, look. His peepee's gone."
Sun Haired Woman looked. "By all the Saints!" She crossed herself, then
looked around quickly in case any had seen her. The People were still
suspicious of her and her Faith. "It's become a bitch."
"Is that supposed to happen, Ma -- with your glamour potion, I mean?"
"No, son. The mixing of the two somehow makes them do things the neither of
'em would do by itself."
"Are ye sure, Ma? Let me try it out on another dog."
"Go ahead, son. Heavens knows there's enough of them strays about the
camp."
By the end of the day, Straw Head's potion had changed six other male dogs
into females. The potion never worked the other way, though; females --
whether born female or transformed by the potion -- would not change to
males.
Each new female suffered a weakness in her hind quarters that lasted a short
while after the transformation. Straw Head also noticed that, whatever the
male dog's original temperament, it seemed to be unusually affectionate for
about the same length of time after the change. One dog had been a
particularly nasty as a male, snapping at and scaring the smaller children.
When Straw Head gave it a second dose to see if it would change sex again,
the dog remained female, but the change in its personality became permanent.
It remained a friendly, overly affectionate female for the rest of its
life.
***
Dog Yelping listened carefully to his stepson. "And this, all that you have
said, was from a potion that you mixed?"
"Yes, my Father. A potion based on what both you and Ma have taught me."
"This is a strong medicine," Dog Yelping said, "and a very strange one.
Does any of the potion remain?"
"Yes, my Father, almost half of what I mixed." Straw Head said proudly.
"Shall I get a dog and show it to you now?"
"No, I would like to think about this first. A new medicine, a new way of
making medicines, these require much thought." Dog Yelping rose. "I go to
speak of this to the other elders. Do nothing until I return." He wrapped
a cloak around his shoulders and left their tent.
***
"Is Straw Head still awake?" Dog Yelping stood at the entrance to the tent.
Sun Haired Woman could see several others in the shadows outside.
"He tried to stay up," she said, "but this has been quite a day for him.
He's been sleeping for a while now." She looked at her husband's expression
in the light of the small fire she was tending. "Should I wake him?"
"Wake him," a second voice said. It was Hunts Buffalo, the headman of the
tribe. The man ducked his head coming into the tent. "But do it gently."
"Just wake him," another man said. It was Red Elk, Hunts Buffalo's younger
brother. "Why should we care about the boy."
"Because he is my son," Dog Yelping said. "He is a People, the same as any
other and to be treated as such.
"He is a white and the son of a --"
"Enough," Hunts Buffalo said. "He is the adopted son of Dog Yelping. That
is why we are here, because of something he learned from his father."
By now, the talking had woken Straw Head. He sat up, pushing back the robe
he had been sleeping under. "Father, what is... Hunts Buffalo, my Chief,
what is going on?"
Hunts Buffalo squatted down on the floor of the tent near Straw Head. "Your
father tells me of this potion you have made. I would ask you about it."
"Yes, my Chief. Do you want me to get a dog and show you how it works?"
"No, I do not think I need to see that. I would ask you, though, why you
made this potion?"
Straw Head looked at Dog Yelping. "Tell Hunts Buffalo the truth, my son,
and you will have nothing to fear."
The boy nodded. "I have been learning from my father... and my mother. Both
have great knowledge, but from... different... different teachings. I -- I
wanted to see what would happen if I used some of each. I meant no harm, my
Chief. I... I was just... just curious. That is all. I meant no harm."
"And are you still curious," Hunts Buffalo said. "What else would you know?
Do you want to give this potion of yours to... a man?"
"A man? Change a man? No... no, my Chief, that would... I mean... I would
never... It -- it just would not be right." Straw Head was horrified at the
thought.
"Would you give it to a man if your father told you to?" Hunts Buffalo
asked. "Or if I did?"
"I... I suppose I would have to," Straw Head said. "But it still
seems... wrong."
"How do we know that he is not lying?" Red Elk snorted. "For that matter,
how do we know that this potion of his really even works as he told Dog
Yelping?"
Dog Yelping stiffened. "Because he is my son, and I say that he does not
lie."
"If you say it, Dog Yelping," Hunts Buffalo said, "then it is so." He
turned to Straw Head. "You may keep the potion. Learn what you can from
it, but be very careful." He thought for a moment. "And do not tell our
guests of it."
"Guests," Straw Head asked.
Dog Yelping answered. "In two days, the chief of the Iron Rocks Band of the
People will be in our camp. I have word that they are camped at the mud
flats this night. Our two tribes have argued over hunting lands. Their
chief comes to talk of this and to settle the argument in peace. The People
should not fight -- should not kill -- the People."
"I will not tell." He tried to stifle a yawn.
Hunts Buffalo smiled. "Then I leave you to your sleep, Straw Head. Talk
more to your father of the potion -- but do it tomorrow." He turned and
left the tent. Red Elk scowled, but he left when his brother called for
him.
***
The three men rode slowly into the village. They were dressed like members
of the People, but no one had seen their faces for three summers. The men
of the Iron Rocks Band had come to Straw Head's village.
The riders looked carefully at every face as they rode, watching for an
ambush. Behind them trailed a line of six ponies, all young and strong,
their coats brushed and shining in the midday sun. When they reached the
tent of Hunts Buffalo, they stopped. Hunts Buffalo came out and stood for a
moment staring at the leader of the three.
"Wolf by Night, my cousin, it is good to see you again," Hunts Buffalo said.
He reached out and shook the hand of the lead rider in the manner of the
People, each man grasping the other's forearm.
"It is always good to see family," the rider said, "but it is best to see
them to make peace." He motioned at the other two horsemen. "These are my
band brothers, Yellow Grass and Two Hatchets."
"They are as welcome as you are." Hunts Buffalo shook the other two men's
hands. The three riders dismounted. "Summon the council to my tent," Hunts
Buffalo said to a few of the young boys who had gathered to see what was
happening and who these riders were. Then he gestured to his tent. "Come
inside. Your ride has been a long one, and I have food and water waiting."
The riders nodded and followed him into the tent.
***
"Straw Head, may I talk to you?" Straw Head looked around. Red Elk was
standing nearby, leaning against a tree. Straw Head noticed that they were
alone and just far enough from the camp not to be heard.
"Of course, Red Elk, but do you mind if I keep gathering wood as we talk.
My mother needs it to cook the evening meal." He picked up another branch
and added it to the pile in his arms.
"No, go right ahead. You're a good boy."
"Thank you, Red Elk. What did you want to talk to me about?
"That potion of yours, do you still have it?"
"I have some left, but it's hidden away. I've been careful with it like
Hunts Buffalo said."
"He'll be glad to hear that. He sent me to get it from you." Red Elk
picked up a large branch, broke it into four pieces over his knee and handed
them to the boy.
"He did? Why?"
"He did not say. I think it has something to do with the men from the Iron
Rocks Band. Maybe he wants to impress them with the magic of it."
"Do you think he wants to use it on one of them?"
Red Elk laughed. "My brother would never do anything like that. He is a
man with much honor."
Straw Head nodded in agreement. "The potion is in my tent. Should I bring
it to Hunts Buffalo?"
"No! I mean, it would not seem proper for a boy to have such magic. I will
wait by this tree. Bring it here, and I will take it to him." He sat down
beneath the tree. "Now you should hurry. Your mother needs that wood if
Dog Yelping is to be fed tonight."
***
Straw Head was sitting at the flap of his tent watching his younger
half-brother, Otter, playing with another boy. The two were pretending to
be Hunts Buffalo and Wolf at Night, mimicking the elaborate ceremonies they
had seen earlier in the day. Otter was only four summers old, but he had a
sharp eye and would make a fine hunter, Straw Head thought.
Straw Head began to think about his own place with the tribe. He knew that
he was really not a People. His mother had told him many stories about life
in the White Man's World, and he wondered about living there some day.
"Straw Head, why did you give your potion to Red Elk?" It was his father.
Dog Yelping looked very angry.
"I... he... he said that Hunts Buffalo wanted it. Did... did I do wrong,
father?"
"_I_ do not think so, my son, but wrong has been done. Come with me." Dog
Yelping picked the boy up and threw his onto his shoulders. Then, without
stopping, he turned and walked quickly back to Hunts Buffalo's tent.
The three riders, Hunts Buffalo, and several other men of the tribe were
sitting around a low fire arguing about something. Straw Head noticed that
there was a woman with them, one he did not recognize. She was dressed in
the garments of a man, a warrior. How had she come to the village, and why
were the men allowing her to sit with them in council?"
"I have brought my son," Dog Yelping said. He lifted Straw Head from his
shoulders and set him on the ground. Straw Head faced the men around the
fire, not knowing what to think. Then he felt his father move behind him
and put his hands on the boy's shoulders. "I am with you, my son. Answer
their questions with truth, and you will have nothing to fear from them."
Straw Head took a breath. He reached up to his shoulder and gripped his
father's hand. "What do you wish to know?"
One of the riders, Two Hatchets, pointed a finger at him. "Why did you do
that to my gift?"
"Do? Do what?" What _had_ he done?
Two Hatchets pointed again. "Don't lie, boy. Hunts Buffalo gave me that
stallion; gave it to me to mate with my own ponies. And you, bah, you turn
it into a female somehow. You shame me, and you shame your tribe."
Straw Head's eyes went wide. "My potion? But I... I gave it to no pony. I
do not even have it anymore."
Two Hatchets stood up. "You heard, all of you. He admitted that the potion
was his. Did you use it all up, boy, or did you throw the rest away?"
"I gave it to Red Elk this afternoon. He said that Hunts Buffalo wanted
it."
Hunts Buffalo looked up. "Did you see him give it to me, Straw Head?"
"No, I was gathering wood for my mother. I just gave him the potion, and he
walked away."
Hunts Buffalo turned to another, older man, Crow in Wind. "My uncle, who
was it that claimed the pony I wished to give Two Hatchets?"
Crow in Wind's voice was soft, but there was a firmness in it. "Red Elk.
He has boasted more than once about that pony."
"Will they believe Crow in Wind?" Straw Head whispered to his father.
"He is an old man, but a man known for his honor. He is also uncle to Wolf
By Night. It was he who helped to settle the anger between our two bands."
Straw Head looked around. "Where is Red Elk," he whispered again. "Why is
he not here to answer what these men say?"
"He is here. You just don't recognize him." Dog Yelping pointed to the
woman. "See what your potion does to a man."
Straw Head's eyes grew very wide in amazement. "He looks so... different.
Not at all like himself."
"Wolf by Night says that he looks much like a maiden of his own band, a
maiden that Red Elk met when he and others journeyed to meet with Wolf by
Night in his own camp. I understand that Red Elk had thought to ask for the
maiden's hand in marriage."
Then Straw Head noticed that her ankles were not tied by a thick cord as a
prisoner should be tied. "Why doesn't she try to move, to escape?" he
asked.
"Your potion has done it," Dog Yelping said. "He was running away when he
drank it. He staggered, but he kept running. He had a pony waiting nearby,
and the others were on foot. Then someone yelled that he could not escape.
He -- she stopped and stood still, nodding. She was still nodding, still
repeating that she could not escape when they brought her back to our camp."
Dog Yelping put a finger to his lips. "Now, be still. The Council is not
done with you yet."
"Straw Head, why did you give Red Elk the potion?" Hunts Buffalo asked.
"Because he said that you wanted it," Straw Head said. "He is your brother
and of the council. Was I wrong to believe him?"
"I don't know what is worse," the other rider, Yellow Grass, said, "that one
so young should learn so much about lack of honor, or that it should be one
of the People who teaches him that lesson."
Everyone nodded. Dog Yelping told Straw Head to sit where he was and joined
the others. The circle of men drew close together, talking in whispers.
Red Elk strained to hear; but the potion still worked. He, now she, wasn't
able to move in to hear what was being said.
Finally, Hunts Buffalo stood. "Straw Head, you are not to blame. All that
you did was to obey an elder of the tribe. We thought that this was so, but
we had to let Two Hatchets question you, so that he would also know."
Then Hunts Buffalo sighed and looked at his transformed brother. "Red Elk,
you were my brother, but I must do what the laws of the People say. I
banish you from this tribe. You wanted that pony so much; I give her to
you. Take what few things you have and ride from this place."
Red Elk shook her head. "No, please, my brother. Let me stay. I... I still
have some of the potion. I will change her back."
Dog Yelping laughed. "Straw Head, did you ever change any of the dogs you
gave the potion to back into males?"
Straw Dog realized what his father was asking. "No. I gave the potion to
many female dogs, some changed by the potion and some just females. None of
them ever became male."
"But then..." Red Elk fumbled at her body. "No, it can't be true."
"It is," Hunts Buffalo said. "You drank the potion when we caught you so
that we would not kill you. Your new shape, it would seem, is also a part
of your punishment, my _sister_."
"No, no," Red Elk said. "Here watch, you'll see. It will work." She
grabbed a small gourd from the ground near her. Straw Head recognized it as
the container he had kept the potion in. Before anyone could stop her, Red
Elk raised it to her lips and drank frantically.
"What does a second dose do?" some one asked.
"It made the dogs friendlier," Straw Head said. "That's all I know."
Red Elk closed her eyes and threw her head back. Her arms dropped to her
sides. The men quickly gathered around her. "Poison," Two Hatchets said.
"She kills herself rather than take the punishment."
Dog Yelping knelt down and looked at her. "No, she's still breathing. Did
your dogs act like this, Straw Head?"
"They... they seemed unsteady for a short time, but it passed and they were
fine. They... they just didn't change back."
Red Elk suddenly opened her eyes and sat up. She looked at Dog Yelping and
smiled strangely. Then before the man could stop her, she pulled him to her
and gave him a long, passionate kiss."
Dog Yelping managed to push her away. "What are you doing, Red Elk?"
"I... I don't know, but I... I liked it, and I want to do it again. My body
feels so odd, so warm. Especially here -- and here." She shamelessly
touched her breasts then reached a hand down to stroke at the junction
between her legs.
Somebody laughed. "Well, she's certainly friendlier."
"Too friendly, I think," Hunts Buffalo said.
"She is without honor or shame," Crow in Wind said. "Now she _must_ leave,
or she may teach other maidens to behave as she does."
"Where can she go?" Two Hatchets said. "We do not want her."
Hunts Buffalo pointed out towards the direction of sunrise. "There is a
fort of the White Horse soldiers four days ride from here. Give her enough
food and water to reach it. I have been to that fort. There are women
there who act much as she does. Let her live among them."
***
Thursday, July 20, 1871
"And did she?" the Judge asked.
"Aye," Shamus said. I headed to that fort meself when I decided to try out
the White Man's world. She called herself Rita One Pony by then, spoke
pretty good English, too; though not as good as me own, of course. She was
one of the 'soiled flowers' at the local cathouse, making pretty good money
and loving every minute of it. Why, you know what she did when she saw me
on the street?" He paused for effect. "She kissed me and told me to come by
for one on the house."
NOT THE END
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