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Stabenow, Dana - Shugak 08 - Killing Grounds

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by Killing Grounds(lit)


  Kate smiled at the eagle sailing thirty feet above the creek. The eagle, not overwhelmed by her charm, glared balefully back, and backwinged to land in a treetop to scan the creek for unwary salmon.

  "What?" Jack said. She raised her hand. "Taste." He took her hand automatically. "What?" "You said I tasted salty. The last night we were on the bank of this creek. Don't you want to make sure?"

  His eyes lifted quickly to hers, and his slow smile told her exactly what he was thinking. Still, he hesitated. "How are your various aches and pains?"

  "Variously achy and painy," she said, "but don't let that stop you."

  "In that case." He accepted her hand and took his time pushing back her cuff. His lips were warm against her wrist, his tongue warmer. "Urn," he said. "You do taste kind of salty." "As salty as the other day?" One eyebrow quirked up. "Let me check." Checking took a while, and involved unbuttoning the cuff of her shirt and rolling the sleeve back to her elbow.

  The sun had tangled in the tops of the trees, flushing the clouds with a rich pink-orange glow, and the fish camp had settled into its routine of gutting and splitting and hanging the day's catch, followed by dinner and, Kate was startled to see, the production of the Monopoly board. Edna caught up the dice and shook them like she was standing at the craps table in Vegas. She saw Kate looking and one of her eyelids lowered in a long, slow wink. Johnny, for a change, was asleep.

  Jack had declined an invitation to play on the grounds that he was taking Kate down to the creek to watch the stars. Four pairs of brown eyes looked up at the pale blue sky, and four old women diplomatically refrained from comment.

  "Well?"

  "Huh?" He raised his head and blinked at her.

  "Do I? Taste as salty as the other night?"

  "I'm still not sure. Let me"

  She stiff-armed him, and he fell back on the sand. She came up to lean over him. "Because I couldn't possibly."

  His hands wandered. "Couldn't possibly what?"

  "Urn, yes, right there. I couldn't possibly taste as salty as I did Thursday."

  "You sure talk a lot."

  "But it's such a good story."

  He sighed heavily. "All right. What? And hurry the hell up, would you?"

  Kate let herself lean against him. This was the hardest part, but if she was ever going to talk about it to anyone, it would be to Jack. "That business last summer with Seabolt got to me, Jack. More than I knew. A lot more."

  His arms tightened.

  "Christianityit's just too start-and-stop for me. Too .. . I don't know, too static, I guess. You're born, you live, you die, you go to heaven or hell." She paused. "Heaven's never been that much of a lure."

  There was a smile in his voice. "Or hell that much of a threat?"

  She smiled. "I guess not." She was silent for a moment. "I've never felt so helpless as I did last summer. Or so frustrated. Or so bewildered. I've never believed, so I didn't understand. I still don't." She took a deep breath. "It's been a long

  time since I've hated that much, or that strongly." Her laugh was shaky. "I forgot how much it takes out of you."

  He made a comforting noise.

  "The first time we went to talk to her, when Old Sam introduced Anne to me as a minister, I kind of lost it."

  "You tarred Flanagan with Seabolt's brush, is that it?"

  She nodded. "I pretty much ridiculed her every time she opened her mouth." She closed her eyes and shook her head. "Old Sam knows her, and likes her. I think he's even attended one of her services, and you know Old Sam is the biggest unreconstructed heathen around."

  "Except for you."

  "Except for me," she agreed. "So, afterwards, we got into the skiff to leave, and he told me what he thought of my behavior." Kate winced. "Of course he was right, so all I could do was tell him to stuff it."

  "What did he do?"

  She smiled against his chest, anticipating his reaction. "He took me by the scruff of the neck and the seat of the pants and tossed me over the side."

  Jack pulled away to stare down at her incredulously.

  "And then he took off with the skiff, and made me walk the whole five miles from the Flanagans' site to Mary's. Soaking wet."

  Jack's jaw dropped and stayed that way.

  "I had to cross the Amartuq on foot, on an incoming tide." She looked at him out of the corner of one eye. Jack's face was turning a slow purple. "Halfway over I tripped on a salmon and fell in and got wet all over again."

  He laughed so hard he slid a foot down the sand. The tears rolled down his cheeks and he wrapped his arms against his belly and rocked back and forth, the laughter booming out of him and echoing across the surface of the water with such force that it startled the eagle into irritated flight, his great wings beating audibly at the air.

  "Oh, Lord," Jack said, gasping for breath. His head fell back against the log. "Oh, Lord."

  She waited patiently.

  He sat up finally, wiping his eyes with the heels of his hands. "Why did you tell me? Old Sam never would have."

  "He'll never tell anyone," Kate agreed. Old Sam wouldn't, either. If someone ever asked him about it, Old Sam would draw himself up to his inconsiderable height, stare down his beaky nose and invoke the sacred rite of Family Business. Old Sam didn't hold with no outsiders poking their noses into his goddam business. When Old Sam saw a problem, he took executive action, and that was the end of it.

  "Why, then?" Jack persisted.

  Kate smiled down at him, a wide, sweet smile that made his heart skip a beat and then start hammering high up in his throat. "You needed a laugh."

  "Why?" he said, although he was pretty sure he knew.

  "You're still mad at yourself that you didn't make Johnny tell me he saw Dani Meany and Evan McCafferty down by the creek."

  He looked away.

  "I like that about you," she said.

  He was amazed. "What, that I'd withhold evidence?"

  "That you would put your son first."

  He reached for her but she pulled away and got to her feet. "No way, Morgan. Coitus interruptus once on this beach

  is about all I can stand." One eye closed in a bawdy wink and she turned.

  He tackled her.

  "Hey!"

  He was laughing down at her when she wrestled her way around to face him. "What the hell," he said, grinning. "We haven't tried the skiff yet."

  He slung her over his shoulder in a fireman's hoist and dumped her into the skiff. The next thing she knew, they were in midstream and Jack was heaving the ten-pound Danforth over the bow.

  "You planned this," she said incredulously when he began to unfold an air mattress.

  He didn't deny it. "You know what Whitekeys says."

  "What?"

  "Spawn, spawn, spawn till you die, baby." And he tackled her again.

  On the bank four little round brown birds sat side by side, bright eyes observing with interest. Fish camp had a long and honorable history as a site for seduction, as the four of them, had they been of a mind to, could have personally testified.

  "Hope they don't scare fish," Edna said to Joy in soft Aleut.

  "Hope they do," Vi answered, a frankly salacious glint in her eye.

  The four aunties collapsed into muffled giggles.

  The couple in midstream didn't hear them over the rush of water down Amartuq Creek.

  And if they did, they didn't care.

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