Fredric Brown - Puppet Show
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Puppet Show
by Fredric Brown
Horror came to Cherrybell at a little after noon on a blistering hot day in August.
Perhaps that is redundant; any August day in Cherrybell, Arizona, is blistering hot. It is on Highway 89 about forty miles south of Tucson and about thirty miles north of the Mexican border. It consists of two filling stations, one on each side of the road to catch travelers going in both directions, a general store, a beer-and-wine-license-only tavern, a tourist-trap type trading post for tourists who cant wait until they reach the border to start buying serapes and huaraches, a deserted hamburger stand, and a few dobe houses inhabited by Mexican-Americans who work in Nogales, the border town to the south, and who, for God knows what reason, prefer to live in Cherrybell and commute, some of them in Model T Fords. The sign on the highway says, Cherrybell, Pop. 42, but the sign exaggerates; Pop died last yearPop Anders, who ran the now-deserted hamburger standand the correct figure is 41.
Horror came to Cherrybell mounted on a burro led by an ancient, dirty and gray-bearded desert rat of a prospector who laternobody got around to asking his name for a whilegave the name of Dade Grant. Horrors name was Garth. He was approximately nine feet tall but so thin, almost a stick man, that he could not have weighed over a hundred pounds. Old Dades burro carried him easily, despite the fact that his feet dragged in the sand on either side. Being dragged through the sand for, as it later turned out, well over five miles hadnt caused the slightest wear on the shoesmore like buskins, they werewhich constituted all that he wore except for a pair of what could have been swimming trunks, in robins-egg blue. But it wasnt his dimensions that made him horrible to look upon; it was his skin. It looked red, raw. It looked as though he had been skinned alive, and the skin replaced upside down, raw side out. His skull, his face, were equally narrow or elongated; otherwise in every visi-ble way he appeared humanor at least humanoid. Unless you counted such little things as the fact that his hair was a robins-egg blue to match his trunks, as were his eyes and his boots. Blood red and light blue.
Casey, owner of the tavern, was the first one to see them coming across the plain, from the direction of the mountain range to the east. Hed stepped out of the back door of his tavern for a breath of fresh, if hot, air. They were about a hundred yards away at that time, and already he could see the utter alienness of the figure on the lead burro. Just alienness at that distance, the horror came only at closer range. Caseys jaw dropped and stayed down until the strange trio was about fifty yards away, then he started slowly toward them. There are people who run at the sight of the unknown, others who advance to meet it. Casey advanced, however slowly, to meet it.
Still in the wide open, twenty yards from the back of the little tavern, he met them. Dade Grant stopped and dropped the rope by which he was leading the burro. The burro stood still and dropped its head. The stick-man stood up simply by planting his feet solidly and standing, astride the burro. He stepped one leg across it and stood a moment, leaning his weight against his hands on the burros back, and then sat down in the sand. High-gravity planet, he said. Cant stand long.
Kin I get water for my burro? the prospector asked Casey. Must be purty thirsty by now. Hadda leave water bags, some other things, so it could carry He jerked a thumb toward the red-and-blue horror.
Casey was just realizing that it was a horror. At a distance the color combination seemed a bit outre, but close The skin was rough and seemed to have veins on the outside and looked moist (although it wasnt) and damn if it didnt look just like he had his skin peeled off and put back upside down. Or just peeled off, period. Casey had never seen anything like it and hoped he wouldnt ever see anything like it again.
Casey felt something behind him and looked over his shoulder. Others had seen now and were coming, but the nearest of them, a pair of boys, were ten yards behind him. Muchachos, he called out. Agua por el burro. Un pozal. Pronto. He looked back and said, What? Who?
Names Dade Grant, said the prospector, putting out a hand, which Casey took absently. When he let go of it it jerked back over the desert rats shoulder, thumb indicating the thing that sat on the sand. His names Garth, he tells me. Hes an extra something or other, and hes some kind of minister.
Casey nodded at the stick-man and was glad to get a nod in return instead of an extended hand. Im Manuel Casey, he said. What does he mean, an extra something?
The stick-mans voice was unexpectedly deep and vibrant. I am an extraterrestrial. And a minister plenipotentiary.
Surprisingly, Casey was a moderately well-educated man and knew both of those phrases; he was probably the only person in Cherrybell who would have known the second one. Less surprisingly, considering the speakers appearance, he believed both of them. What can I do for you, sir? he asked. But first, why not come in out of the sun?
No, thank you. Its a bit cooler here than they told me it would be, but Im quite comfortable. This is equivalent to a cool spring evening on my planet. And as to what you can do for me, you can notify your authorities of my presence. I believe they will be interested.
Well, Casey thought, by blind luck hes hit the best man for his purpose within at least twenty miles. Manuel Casey was half-Irish, half-Mexican. He had a half brother who was half-Irish and half assorted-American, and the half brother was a bird colonel at Davis-Monthan Air Force Base in Tucson. He said, Just a minute, Mr. Garth, Ill telephone. You, Mr. Grant, would you want to come inside?
Naw, I dont mind sun. Out in it all day every day. An Garth here, he ast me if Id stick with him till he was finished with what hes gotta do here. Said hed gimme somethin purty vallable if I did. Somethina lectrononic
An electronic battery-operated portable ore indicator, Garth said. A simple little device, indicates presence of a concentration of ore up to two miles, indicates kind, grade, quantity and depth.
Casey gulped, excused himself, and pushed through the gathering crowd into his tavern. He had Colonel Casey on the phone in one minute, but it took him another four minutes to convince the colonel that he was neither drunk nor joking.
Twenty-five minutes after that there was a noise in the sky, a noise that swelled and then died as a four-man helicopter sat down and shut off its rotors a dozen yards from an extraterrestrial, two men and a burro. Casey alone had had the courage to rejoin the trio from the desert; there were other spectators, but they still held well back.
Colonel Casey, a major, a captain and a lieutenant who was the. helicopters pilot all came out and ran over. The stick-man stood up, all nine feet of him; from the effort it cost him to stand you could tell that he was used to a much lighter gravity than Earths. He bowed, repeated his name and identification of himself as an extraterrestrial and a minister plenipotentiary. Then he apologized for sitting down again, explained why it was necessary, and sat down.
The colonel introduced himself and the three who had come with him. And now, sir, what can we do for you?
The stick-man made a grimace that was probably intended as a smile. His teeth were the same light blue as his hair and eyes. You have a cliche, take me to your leader. I do not ask that. In fact, I must remain here. Nor do I ask that any of your leaders be brought here to me. That would be impolite. I am perfectly willing for you to represent them, to talk to you and let you question me. But I do ask one thing.
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