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Timber Wolf: A Novel

Timber Wolf: A Novel

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Published by Alex Miller
First draft of my novel Ohiowa. I plan to use the guts of this to form Ohiowa's sequel. DON'T READ THIS unless you've read Ohiowa and are intensely curious about its origins and possible sequel!
First draft of my novel Ohiowa. I plan to use the guts of this to form Ohiowa's sequel. DON'T READ THIS unless you've read Ohiowa and are intensely curious about its origins and possible sequel!

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Published by: Alex Miller on Oct 05, 2009
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TimberwolfBy T. Alex MillerTalex10@gmail.com“Being the first version of my novel Ohiowa and the guts ofwhich will be turned into Ohiowa’s sequel.”It was when the big toe landed in my chopped Cobbsalad that I decided it was time to leave L.A. Since it waslate March, I figured I could still get in some decentskiing at my place in Colorado. How long would I stay? Iwasn’t sure, but like so many others leaving the cities, Iwasn’t about to press my luck any further. Unlike theIsraelis, who had no other place to go in their tinycountry to escape suicide bombers, Americans had plenty ofroom to fan out. And fan out we did.It helped, too, if you had money. I suppose I mightfeel guilty about all the less-fortunate folks stuck in thecities with all the crazies, but the truth is the bombersdidn’t walk into the ‘hood to do their “martyr jam” (as onerapper described it). They didn’t go for the buses likethey did in Israel, either. They targeted money, walkinginto the tony shops on Wilshire or Madison Avenue. Theyshowed up at country clubs during golf tournaments or atcelebrity fundraisers—usually during cocktail hour. It
didn’t seem to matter what kind of security was in place:they got in no matter what anyone did. Homeland Securitywas much more effective at hassling schmucks like me thanweeding out the twisted butt-knockers who strapped on bombsfor a living—or a dying, I guess. Sure, every once in awhile one of them would be stopped in his tracks, but thevolume, the sheer number of them, combined with thelimitless amount of targets, the size of the country andthe very nature of the suicide bomber made it all butimpossible to stop or even slow down the determined martyr.It was like trying to stop telemarketers from calling yourhome. You could buy some kind of gizmo to weed them out,you could get a little box that showed you who was calling,you could make calls to try to get off the lists, but someof them would always get through. The only recourse was totry to get the hell away from the phones.It wasn’t a big deal for me to leave L.A. right then.The movie I’d been working on was done and I didn’t haveanything else lined up. Usually when post-production on afilm was wrapped, I was so disgusted with the wholeindustry that I needed a few weeks or months off anyway.And with all the bombings, plenty of people were guessingproduction in town might shut down altogether for a while.
The way Hollywood used freelance computer animatorslike me was to bring us in during the last stage of postand work us like dogs to fix all the things the directorhad screwed up during the shoot. Someone forgets to get thewhite panel van that’s supposed to be parked in thebackground and, rather than reshoot the scene with a $100rental truck, he yells “Screw it! Fix it in post!” A fewmonths later, it takes me three weeks at five grand a weekto add the van. And people wonder why films cost $100million.I had the house near Breckenridge my parents left me,plenty of cash and a burning desire to see L.A. in my rear-view mirror. You terrorists, I thought, can set yourselvesoff like a wad of Chinese firecrackers all spring andsummer long. Just stay the hell away from my townhome anddon’t nail any of my friends. I’ll be up in the hills, andyou can target me when I get back, as if blowing up DanielGould, freelance film animator, is going to change yourworld in any way whatsoever.When I rolled through the Eisenhower Tunnel and intoSummit County, Colorado that day in March, it was ablizzard. While it’s not at all unusual for it to be

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