The disc to spin, slowly. Frank swallowed and exhaled through his nose. Annie’s hand found his on the bar between them. The world revolved; Frank saw the carnival worker, rolling a smoke on the front steps, then the big bouncing balloon castle with its segmented floor and walls, always leaning slightly over, as if a corner had split open, the Corn Dog and Egg Roll trailers, the distant startling white lights of the shooting range, and the carnival worker again, but just the back of his head this time, as he walked down the steps.

Annie gripped his fingers tighter as the machine gained velocity. Frank felt himself slowly pressed back into the wall as the ride spun faster and faster. With a lurch that sent Franks’ stomach scrabbling queasily up onto the back of his tongue, the disk started to tilt. One edge rose and rose, until Frank realized the whole disc was on some kind of arm, resembling more of a wheel than a disc. It kept rising, until the wheel was almost completely sideways, holding its passengers in check through centrifugal force.

Something deep inside Frank relaxed its clenched fist just a bit, and he found himself grinning, almost enjoying the rush of wind, the powerless feeling of watching the pavement slide past, followed by the jet black darkness of the night sky, the ground again, giving way to the sky, the ground, the sky. He uncurled his fingers from the bars, letting the ride take him, giving up control. Annie whooped, raising her own arms, fingers spread wide. Frank closed his eyes, opening his palms to the stars and neon lights.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this good.

* * * * *

As they staggered slightly away from the Wheel of Screams, still feeling the effects, Frank wanted to ask Annie if she’d like to try another ride, but just as he was about to speak, they both watched Theo fling an empty beer bottle at Ernie Glouck’s head.

The bottle missed, and by the time it had shattered against the pavement, Ernie had launched himself at Theo. They went down, Theo tearing at the Ernie’s Laker jersey, Ernie slamming punches into Theo’s midsection. The rest of the Glouck boys swarmed the two fighters while Theo’s friends slipped through the crowd and ran.

For the third time that night, Frank wondered where the clowns were, but didn’t have time to wonder long because Annie was no longer standing next to him. She stormed into the circle of teenagers, grabbing her right fist in her left hand, twisting and turning like a pissed-off tornado, jabbing her elbows into anyone who came close. Her brothers, both by blood and by marriage, had enough experience with their oldest sister to get the hell out of the way. She came upon Ernie, hanging onto Theo’s hair and T-shirt, kneeing the bigger kid repeatedly in the left kidney while Theo kept slamming his bleeding knuckles into the back of Ernie’s head and getting nowhere.

Annie planted her back foot and kicked Ernie square in the small of his back. Her brother spasmed and released Theo before rolling over onto his side, flailing as if in the grip of an electric current. Theo backed off for a second, let his eyes wander over Annie, then turned back and punched Ernie in the face.

“Little boy, what is the matter with you?” Annie asked, walking toward Theo, slow, taking her time, rolling those formidable hips like an expensive, wide yacht in calm waters.

Theo started to yell something, but Annie kicked him in the balls before he got a breath. She turned to Ernie, cursing quick and quiet. “Stupid dickbrained motherfucking pieces of garbage…” She kicked him again, this time in the muscle of his thigh, enough to seriously hurt him, but nothing permanent, nowhere near a joint like the knee. “Get home. Now.” He broke off into a run. “You better pray I calm down before I get home!”

Theo had just about straightened from the kick when the little Glouck girl expertly flipped a rock the size of a cell phone at his head, not particularly fast or furious, just hard enough to smash his ear against his head, splitting the cartilage and skin. He went back to his knees, suddenly realizing that the entire Glouck family, except for the mothers, had surrounded him.

“Get on home to Daddy, little boy,” Annie told Theo. “It’s past your bedtime.” Theo didn’t run like Ernie, but he moved fast just the same, knees never straying far apart in an uncomfortable shuffling dance, back towards the shooting range. Annie shooed her family away. “Rest of you trigger-happy fucks get home too. Now.” They didn’t argue, just broke into a jog toward the parking lot.

She came back to Frank, shaking her head. “Boys, boys, boys,” she said with a grin. “I’d better go too.” She cocked her head. “Are you going to be in town long?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Yeah.”

“Then maybe I’ll see you around.” She smiled at him again and Frank felt that warmth, as if everything inside of him, floating free after the ride, had settled down into a safe place for a comfortable nap. She turned and waved, just once, on her way to the parking lot. Frank wasn’t even aware he was waving back until he caught his hand in the air.

Frank was far from a virgin; the horse world was full of women that gladly rode any horses or men within reach. Still, when Annie had touched his hand on the ride a shockwave of lust had ricocheted through his chest and groin. It surprised him. He had no idea that he was even capable of a need that intense, especially after the events of the past week. Maybe facing death just added fuel to the fire.

* * * * *

Frank drove back to the auction yard, planning on sleeping in the house trailer with the rest of the clowns, but found the place empty. The animals were gone too. Frank hoped they hadn’t escaped. It didn’t look like it, though. Everything was locked down and clean. Just empty.

He walked back up the low hill, still lost in the rushing sensation of the Wheel of Screams and Annie in those shorts to worry about the animals or the clowns. At the trailer, Frank helped himself to a warm beer from the ice chest under the picnic table. He was considering taking a quick look through the trailer, rifling through the cupboards for a bottle of something stronger than beer when Chuck pulled up.

“Been looking for you. Heard you accepted the job.” Chuck jumped out of the truck and shook Frank’s hand vigorously. “Glad to fuckin’ hear it, believe me.”

Frank wasn’t sure what Chuck was talking about.

“’Bout time this town had itself a new veterinarian.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

“Hop in. We got it all set up.”

“Okay.” Frank climbed into the passenger side. “You got anything to drink?”

Chuck laughed, tossed Frank a bottle of Seagrams 7, and turned the truck towards town. “How was the barbeque?”

“Good, good.” Frank took a long pull off the bottle. “Cooked a hell of a lot of chicken on that coal bed you built. Ate ‘til I thought I might bust.” Frank took another long drink. “Lotta people there, even that crazy family, Glouck or something.”

“No shit? Those goddamn fucks had the balls to show themselves? They eat much?”

“Yeah, the boys did, all right.” Frank passed the bottle to Chuck and leaned back, feeling good, feeling like he was a part of something, like he belonged here. The air from the open windows felt cool, and looking out over the landscape, watching the moonlight reflected off the water in the rice fields, the atmosphere was almost tropical. “Went on a ride with the oldest girl,” Frank said. They passed a gas station, an abandoned burger joint, then into the heart of the dark town. “Pretty sure her name was Annie.”

“No! No! No shit?” Chuck shouted, gripping the steering wheel with both hands. “Holy fuck, that didn’t take long.” He laughed, grinned hugely at Frank. “So…how was it?”

“It was…good. Nice.”

“Nice. ‘Nice,’ he says.” Chuck shook his head. “Fuck man, she’s the best. The absolute champ. None better. None. ‘Nice.’ You fucking kill me, man. How much did she charge you?” Yard after yard was stuffed with overgrown dead grass.