Pipeline Through Purple Mist

By Alan VanMeter

He had just recently gotten married, and now he was heading out of town to do a job making more money than he had in his entire lifetime. It wasn't right for newlyweds to be separated so early in their marriage, but money talks and bullshit walks. Little did Alfonso know that this was the beginning of the worst times in his life.
A paranormal/ scifi story of racism, hatred, and close encounters on the Navajo reservation in New Mexico. When the Star-people come, reality itself will be questioned.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alan VanMeter
• Release date: Apr 12, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386821632

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Dedicated to the Dine’

Table of Contents: (Please note that all chapters are bookmarked.)

Chapter 1:  5

Chapter 2:  43

Chapter 3:  73

Chapter 4:  94

Chapter 5:  115

Chapter 6:  134

Chapter 7:  168

Chapter 8:  196

Grateful thanks to my good friend Dennis

Chapter 1

Three pair of underwear for each week I’ll be away; that makes twelve pair of boxers, twelve pair of socks, six undershirts, and only six pair of jeans that I will pack. Plus the clothes I will wear tomorrow morning. I hate that I will be away from my new wife for a full month at a time. That isn’t how newlyweds should have to live. Not at all, but I really need this job, and the scale wages it will provide; nearly sixty four dollars an hour! I have never had zone four scale before, and this will be hard earned, though worth it hopefully. With what my wife makes at her job, pretty soon we might even be able to afford a down payment on a house. She doesn’t seem too sad that I am leaving though, and that does make me worry.

Al, do you have an extra coat? It will be cold mi amante! She comes into our small bedroom in the meager apartment.

Si, Jessica, I have my insulated coveralls too. Don’t worry, baby.

Of course I will worry about you, Al. Being out there in the frozen desert, come on baby!

I’ll be fine mi amor.

As long as you have my love in your heart then I know you’ll be warm, baby.

Why don’t you give me some of that warm loving right now then? I move to her and grab up both of her tight, fine ass cheeks in my hands, squeezing them with want.

She laughs and pulls away from me. Not tonight my horny husband. You need to have something to look forward to come home for.

No? I’ll be gone four weeks baby. Please.

You have to wait, besides... I’m just starting my period.

It is the same excuse she gives me every time I want some of her ass. I know she can’t have her period just two weeks after the last one. If she doesn’t like my loving, then why the hell did she marry me? I don’t like this shit. Sure she has every right to deny me, but why would she? This is just going to eat at me for the next month.

I figure if no sex, I’ll drink some beers then... fuck it!

Oh? You are going to get drunk before your big day tomorrow?

Why does that bother you, Jessica? It isn’t like you’ll keep me warm.

Then you don’t have love in your heart for me then!

Whatever. I take a good slug of the cold Miller.

You asshole!

No, I have no ass, or hole to care about.

All I am to you is a piece of ass!

How do you figure that? I’m not getting any, haven’t in over a week either. Now I’m leaving for a month, and it’s go fuck yourself from you.

No baby... I’m bleeding you fucker!

No... there is no fucker here.

She storms out of the room, crying, but I can tell they are pretend tears. Why the hell did she just suddenly go from being my lover every day, to not even once a week? Just as soon as I slipped that damn ring on her finger. Yeah, she sure suckered me in. Bitch! Maybe I just won’t come home then, it’s not like we are tight or anything even just two months after the wedding. I should have known the bitch was playing me, after all she is ten years older than me. It seems it was just for me to help take care of her and the finances. Why else would the serious loving we had going on beforehand, just stop? I bet she is still seeing her old boyfriend, the one who wouldn’t commit, as she’d told me. God, I’m such an idiot. Still, I do love her... can’t help it.

I am to bed before my wife, if she even considers herself such. Now I wonder if I am even truly her husband. There is just a seeming disconnect between what I had thought of as a mutual partnership, and what she seems to think... I don’t know. Now I am actually glad to be going away for a month, as being here with her is just so fucking confusing to me. What the hell did I do to have things change so drastically? I got to put these thoughts out of my stupid head, because tomorrow I have to be the responsible one for my boss on his big new contract. We are to do the electrical work on a pipeline stretching from near Gallup, all the way up to Shiprock. It will take place over a number of four week intervals of onsite work, with a mere week off in between these field deployments. At least my apprentice is someone that I get along with; I just hope the other crew from the additional prime contractor are congenial. We’ll see...

I know that I am a weak lover, as my cock is very small, but it sure didn’t seem to be an issue before. Again, I should have known. There have not been very many second chances for me to prove my prowess with women before Jessica, as I just don’t have what it takes I guess. Then she played like I do make her satisfied. That just means I am suckered in easily, or so it seems. My mother had explained to me that I had Klinefelter’s syndrome when I was hurting after my first sexual rejection; that I was born with a dick and a pussy... SHIT! I think maybe I am just supposed to be a monk or something. The doctors told her after they assigned my male sex to me that I would never have children, as my tiny balls won’t make sperm at all. What the fuck good is any of it then? I think that is maybe what Jessica thinks too. So I figure that I will just cut her loose, and let her find a real man. I am not after all; I’m just a cross between both sexes, if that even.

Soon I am waking with the alarm at three thirty in the morning. One thing I am good at is electrical work, of all kinds. My specialty is in industrial control automation, but there hasn’t been much call for that since I finished the cereal plant here in town. So I learn all the other aspects of the trade too, just so I can stay working. All there is right now is out of town work, so I pack my bags and my tools into my truck, and I give her a peck on the lips.

Tell me you love me, Al!

Yes, I love you Jess. Goodbye. I walk away as she sobs... again I can tell they are not real. Neither is she.

I drive down to the valley where I will park my truck in the company yard, and then my apprentice and I will take the company truck out to Gallup. My boss is there and he goes over all the operational details, and the job specifications once more with me. Butch is a former lineman; a stump jumper, and he has it all over me as far as knowledge and skill of the trade, so I pay attention to him always. This is how I get better at my job, by paying attention to the details.

Al, you need to make sure that the UFER ground cable is fully buried and tamped before you quit for the day. The equipment operators are bound by the contract to do this! Make sure they do, otherwise those damn Navajo’s will sneak in at night and steal all my copper! Don’t let that happen Al!

I won’t boss. I’ll get it done right.

You’d better. This contract is make it or break it for me. Don’t let it get broke off up my ass, son!

Your money is what pays me, Butch. I know what’s going on. I’ll watch out for both of our asses for us, okay?

I’ll be out once a week if I can, buddy. Now remember that we are a prime contractor on this project, but so are the excavators and welders. We don’t work for them, we work directly for the tribe. Just make sure to work with them, and try to get along. If you have any problems though, call me right away!

I’ll call you every evening, boss. I nod to assure him.

I know you won’t let me down, buddy.

Damn straight Butch. Your money is also part my money after all, and I sure as fuck want to get paid!

Also make sure the cad-weld shots stay dry, otherwise they are useless.

I know; keep them in the sealed case every night, and even in the day I’ll keep it shut.

Good. Now four weeks will go by quick, but stay on point buddy. I’m depending on you.

Yeah, I know. The days will go by slow, but the nights will fly by, because I’ll be drinking whiskey every night boss... not to worry. I chuckle, fucking with him.

You goddamn better not, asshole!

Oh shit... I forgot I wasn’t supposed to tell you that, Butch. Shit, my bad. I grin at him like a maniac.

Asshole!

In just a few minutes my apprentice Dennis has checked to make sure that we have everything on the truck, and I join him to go over the check list one more time. We have everything so we mount up, and head out of the yard. Dennis is a real good hand, and I am sure glad to have him along on this job. He is Navajo, from Newcomb, so he also knows the area where we will be working extremely well. I get along with him really easily, and he seems to like me too. This will make the long months of being in the field much better. Butch had told me that he had an edge with landing this contract because of Dennis being from the tribe, as there is a Native American preference worked into the contract requirements. I am only one eighth Native American, of the Apache tribe, from my mother who is a quarter Apache; so I don’t count towards this. Even though I look almost purely Hispanic, I also have a quarter Anglo in my blood, from my mother as well. Then I have a quarter African American blood from my father, who was half Black, and half Hispanic. So my crazy mix is a quarter Black, three eighths Hispanic, a quarter Anglo, and an eighth Apache. Basically that makes me a fucking mutt!

Dennis seems fairly excited as we hit the freeway. Hey, we should have an evening or two free, Al. Maybe we can go into Newcomb and you can meet my family.

I’d like that bro. Hell yeah! I grin. Oh shit! Now I sigh.

What?

I should have brought a gift for your wife, bro. Maybe I can pick something up in Gallup that she would like. What kinds of things is she into?

You don’t have to do that bro.

No, I really want to. What does she like to get for presents?

A new truck. He laughs.

Well then, I guess Butch just may be missing his service truck this month.

Fuck that! This truck stinks, bro.

Hey, that isn’t all from my farts you know.

Dennis gets an evil look to him, and I see him shift his weight to let one go. I quickly roll down my window even though it is frigid outside. You bastard! I complain as the smell hits my nose.

Oh, that’s some good beans and mutton bro.

Good for you maybe, but it makes me want to puke, fucker!

Hey, I was talking to a bro from Twin Lakes who said he is going to be working on the pipeline also. He’s a cool bro. Dennis nods. You’ll like him, Al.

Cool, as long as he don’t fart like you, dude. I shake my head.

He’s a pure Indian bro too. Dennis smiles.

I look at him with a serious glance, We prefer to be called Native Americans, man.

I look