COYOTE MOON
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Coyote Moon
When folks hear “coyote moon,” they have the image of
a coyote howling at the full moon, but that isn’t right. Coyote is a trickster.
He doesn’t hunt in the day and he doesn’t hunt in the full moon. He liked to
hunt when there was the barest sliver of a moon, enough light for him, but not
enough for his prey. From waxing to waning moons, these were the nights when coyote
was at his best.
Owen Longfellow Johnson considered himself as a coyote,
a modern-day trickster preying on the weakness and vulnerability of wealthy aging
women. Sex starved widows with a big empty houses and bankbooks full of cash. Owen
has no problem courting a widow in the daylight, but he saved the nights with a
coyote moon for his conquests and the dark of the moon as the time to hide the
bodies and leave.
Helen Marshall, nee Cleasach seemed perfect. A childless
forty-nine-year-old widow, with fifteen million in the bank, and a house on a
golf course in Naples, Florida and a condo on beach in Captiva Island. Owen met
Helen at a charity event at her golf club. A plain, slightly overweight woman
who seemed hesitant to talk about herself. Her disinterest in Owen’s stories at
lunch peeked his radar. He wondered if she was hiding something? Perhaps she
was a lioness in bed? Owen set to work, knowing he’s have to work fast, if he
was going to take advantage of the next coyote moon. The only problem was Helen
had ideas of her own.
On the boat to America, Helen’s great grandfather
changed his name less the police in Belfast or New York happen upon his arrest warrant.
Shawn O’Malley adopted the name Cleasach, meaning trickster in Gaelic as one of
his little jokes. He need not have bothered. He and his son were always one step
beyond the law. A family trait Helen learn to use yet hide from an early age. Owen Longfellow Johnson considered himself as a coyote,
a modern-day trickster preying on the weakness and vulnerability of wealthy aging
women. Sex starved widows with a big empty houses and bankbooks full of cash. Owen
has no problem courting a widow in the daylight, but he saved the nights with a
coyote moon for his conquests and the dark of the moon as the time to hide the
bodies and leave.
Helen Marshall, nee Cleasach seemed perfect. A childless
forty-nine-year-old widow, with fifteen million in the bank, and a house on a
golf course in Naples, Florida and a condo on beach in Captiva Island. Owen met
Helen at a charity event at her golf club. A plain, slightly overweight woman
who seemed hesitant to talk about herself. Her disinterest in Owen’s stories at
lunch peeked his radar. He wondered if she was hiding something? Perhaps she
was a lioness in bed? Owen set to work, knowing he’s have to work fast, if he
was going to take advantage of the next coyote moon. The only problem was Helen
had ideas of her own.
On the boat to America, Helen’s great grandfather
changed his name less the police in Belfast or New York happen upon his arrest warrant.
Shawn O’Malley adopted the name Cleasach, meaning trickster in Gaelic as one of
his little jokes. He need not have bothered. He and his son were always one step
beyond the law. A family trait Helen learn to use yet hide from an early age.
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