…the old woman shoved her around the shed with the gun barrel. When she reached the door Minoa balked, gun or no gun.
“Long as you’re here you might as well take the tour.” She reached out one hand in a worn work glove to the door latch, maintaining the pressure of the gun barrel on Minoa’s spine around the level of the heart.
The door swung open and the gun barrel thrust her into the shed so hard she stumbled and caught herself by grasping the wire mesh of the rattler cages, shaking the hand-hammered pine and wire structure. A bedlam of frenzied rattling broke out, her skin shriveled with horror. The door slammed shut followed by the sickening click of a stake shoved into the latch. She spun around and beat on the door with both fists.
“Let me out of here, you crazy old woman.”
The only answer was a raspy trill of demented laughter. She glanced around assessing the situation. The shed was nothing but plywood sheets nailed onto posts set in the ground, a door of reinforced plywood and a roof of corrugated tin sheets. She judged she could take the whole thing down in fifteen minutes. But could she do it without knocking over the rattler cages?
“What do you want of me? I said I’d go away and never bother you again.”
“Getting a teensy bit scared, are you?” The old lady laughed. This was probably the most fun she’d had in years. Living out here alone in the creosote-peppered hills with a bunch of rattlesnakes for pets would probably drive anyone out of the land of the normal. But the possibility of persuading her yet existed.
“Listen, I’d rather not knock down the whole shed to get out, but I will if I have to.”
The only response was a sing-song chant. She scanned the interior. A metal bucket sat on the ground near the door next to a long metal pole with mechanical tongs on one end. She picked up the pole and smacked the window glass but it held. A flicker of movement spied out of the corner of an eye caused her to turn her head. On the far end of the banks of cages a bottom cage door hung open and a Diamondback was gliding through. The head was too far out to slam the door shut with her foot.