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Excerpt
Chapter 2
Six years earlier I had been doing a series of articles on the arts of indigenous peoples. Jesse Wolf Carver was the last on my list. I had specifically left him for last because I honestly didn’t expect to be granted an interview. He was already known as temperamental, a loner, and even hostile to reporters. I’d written to his manager several times and hadn’t received a response. On a long shot, I went to the town where his studio was located and after some clever detective work found out exactly where it was.
I sat in a car across the road for about half an hour. Before I could muster up the courage to knock on the door, he stepped outside. He stood on his doorstep staring at me for a couple of minutes before striding up to the car.
“What do you want?” He literally growled.
At first I was frightened, but, in an instant that fear turned to anger. Who the hell did he think he was?
I opened the car door forcing him to step back. “My name is Dani Stone and I’m doing a series of articles on…”
“I’m not interested.”
“Will you at least let me finish a sentence? You don’t have to be so damned rude.”
He straightened to his full height which caused him to tower over me. “I’m rude? You park outside my house and stare at it like you’re waiting for some zoo animal to appear and you call me rude? That’s rich.”
I couldn’t really argue with that. I had pretty much hunted him down when the lack of response to my requests should have told me he didn’t want to be interviewed. “Alright, that was rather tacky. But you are impossible to reach. I sent several letters…”
“To my manager. Yes, I know. Did you get an answer?” Before I could speak he continued. “No, you did not. Do you know why? I don’t have a manager. I received your annoying requests and I placed them where they belong; in the trash. I have no interest in being interviewed, photographed, or in any way publicized.”
Stunned by his outburst I stood with my mouth hanging open and undoubtedly had a stupid expression on my face.
He leaned forward looking directly into my eyes and spoke slowly as though I were incapable of comprehending his words. “Do you
understand?”
I am rarely caught speechless but I was silent at that moment. I simply nodded my head and got back into the car. I think I may have mumbled a small apology as I started the engine. Driving along the road I cast one final look in my rearview mirror and saw he was still standing, staring after the car.
Imagine my surprise when less than an hour later there was a knock at my motel room door. Jesse Carver stood outside the door still glaring. He had struck me speechless twice in one day; an unprecedented feat.
“Come to the studio tomorrow at noon. But come alone. I don’t want a bunch of you fools tramping around my property. I’ll give you an hour.”
With that, he turned and walked over to a motorcycle parked in the lot. In a flash he had ridden off leaving me standing like a fool, barefoot and dumbfounded. An auspicious first meeting, to say the least.
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