"Does he live around here?" Archer asked.
"Naw. He passes through now and again. Seen him maybe twice in the last year. He comes down to get supplies and clothes. Sometimes he gets clothes for women but he's not all funny that way. The clothes he gets wouldn't fit him. He always had a set amount of money. No more and no less. He doesn't know to haggle. Told you, dumb as a rock."
"Has he got a family?" Archer asked.
"Kind of. He told me that he lives with a bunch of other folk up the river some."
"Do you have any idea where?" Andre asked.
"What do you think I am, the census taker?"
"Just thought I'd ask," Andre pulled out a card and handed it to the man. "If you remember anything."
"Yeah, I know the drill," the man said. "We done here?"
"We are unless you have anything else for us."
"Not me, buddy." The two men were almost out the door when he called after them. "Might try down at the landing. He comes in by boat. Someone down there might know where he hails from?"
"Thanks," Andre said and held the door for Archer.
Ten minutes later they had the information they wanted. Archer was going to see Josie sooner than he expected because they were both headed to the same place: Clara's Landing.
***
"Are you okay back there?"
Duncan knew the answer even before he asked Billy the question. An hour earlier Billy's grip went slack, and his head fell so that his cheek rested against Duncan's back. Now with this last bump of the snowmobile Billy's entire weight shifted so Duncan hockey-stopped the big machine. Duncan shut down the engine and the silence was deafening. He caught Billy just before he fell off.
"Get off me, man," Billy pushed him away.
"Not doing too good, are you?" Duncan swung off the snowmobile.
"I'm okay, dude. Just tired. Where are we?" Billy did a three sixty, checking out the surroundings as if he expected to find something familiar.
"The middle of nowhere," Duncan said. "Stand up. Come on. Get off, and get the blood flowing."
"No. Get back on, man. We've got to go." Billy motioned to him. "What do you think? Another hour or two or what?"
Billy was pale as a ghost and almost frozen solid. Pity they hadn't thought to get him a hat before they left. Cold could befuddle even the sharpest mind, and Billy's was not in that category.
"No can do, Billy. I'm the one driving. I need a breather," Duncan said. "Come on, come on. Up and at 'em. Five minutes won't kill you."
Duncan laughed a little. Billy was annoyed, but he also knew Duncan was right. They had been on that sorry excuse for a snowmobile way too long. Billy swung off bent over and pounded on his thighs. His jeans were stiff and crusted with cold, and his muscles were so cramped they were painful.
"Does it ever stop snowing?" Billy asked.
"I think it's pretty. You probably didn't get much snow there in California."
"That's stupid, dude."
"Yes, I suppose it is. Just trying to lighten the mood," Duncan said as he paced. "I guess I misjudged how far we had to go. It's so much easier in spring, but spring isn't just around the corner, is it? Maybe I should make a fire. Just to warm us up a bit. We'll take an hour or so."
"No, man, I'm telling you. We're going," Billy insisted.
"Okay, okay. I've just got to check the oil. Sometimes I have to add some when I've had it going too long. It will be harder with you sitting on it. Go sit over there."
Billy looked around. Duncan was motioning to a tree stump that looked like it had been hit by lightning. He went over, sat down and massaged his legs while Duncan whistled and dug into his pack and then fiddled with the engine.
Billy couldn't look at Duncan without thinking about the night he said he was going to marry Hannah, or the fact that her leg wasn't broken at all, or about that night at dinner when Hannah had acted like she was happier with those people than she was with him. He couldn't get past the fact that when he left her, Hannah didn't know who he was.
"I thought you said there was a doctor pretty close."
"Have some faith, Billy. I'm doing the best I can." Duncan got up from his crouch and dusted off his hands. "Yes, I'm just doing what I can to make sure you're taken care of."
"The sooner we go the sooner you're rid of me," Billy said.
"That is the truth," Duncan answered. "A pit stop and we'll be on our way. Do you have to go?"
"No. Just hurry, dude. I'm freezing."
"We wouldn't want you to freeze to death." Duncan muttered as he walked into the woods. Billy waited. He looked over his shoulder, but he didn't see Duncan. He raised his voice:
"You sure you know what you're doing, dude?"
"No worries on that score, Billy," Duncan called back.
Duncan pulled on a tree branch, testing its strength with his weight. It was solid and it wasn't going to come down easily. He kicked at the snow and uncovered a mass of fallen tree limbs and rocks. He picked up a branch that was dead, brittle, and hollow. He tossed it aside and picked up another that was stunted and knotted and heavy. He bent one more time and picked up a stone. It was smooth and pleasing in the hand. He tossed the stone, pulled down his zipper, relieved himself, and then walked back using the tree branch as a hiking stick.
Duncan high stepped through the snow and got to the place where he had left Billy. It was a beautiful day really, dark and crisp and quiet. The fact that Billy had shut up made it perfect. Then he saw why Billy had stopped talking. He was hunched over, his arms crossed as he slept sitting up. Duncan hunkered down in front of him, steadying himself with the big branch.
"That's a good trick," Duncan muttered.
He stood up and stepped away. He hated to do it but he really had to wake Billy Zuni and get on with it. Duncan planted his feet. He held the heavy branch with both hands and pulled it back over his shoulder and barked:
"Billy!"
Billy shot upright and turned toward the sound of his name. Duncan swung away. The wood made contact with a sickening thud and the force threw Billy off the stump. Billy was crumpled on the ground, unmoving, his blood ruby red against the beautiful white snow.
Duncan stood there, breathing hard, stunned that he had actually done what he had done. He laughed a little. He giggled thinking that maybe he should hit Billy again. Or, perhaps, that would be overkill. He laughed harder because that truly was funny. Yeah, he was a funny guy. So, if you kill someone in the forest and they are never found is that someone really dead? His face fell. His eyes hooded. That was no riddle. The answer was yes.
Duncan tossed aside the branch, bent down and stripped the jacket and shirt and sweater and pants off Billy Zuni's body. Waste-not-want-not out here in the wilderness. He left the shoes because they weren't worth much. He rolled Billy's clothes into a ball, and tucked them under his arm. Billy looked so peaceful that Duncan believed he had done him a favor. The poor guy had never had a moment's rest if the story he had told about the murderous man from Albania was true. Now he would have an eternity of it thanks to God and Duncan.
Deuteronomy 33:27. The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms. He will drive out your enemies before you, saying, 'Destroy them.
Done and done.
Driven out. Destroyed.
Duncan went back to the snowmobile and put Billy's clothes in the saddlebag. He was about to leave when two things dawned on him. First, he really shouldn't take the yellow jacket back to the compound. It was too identifiable. It also occurred to Duncan that he should say something over Billy Zuni. Everyone deserved to be sent off with a few words from a holy man.
Duncan pulled the yellow jacket out of his saddlebag and walked back over to the body. Already, Billy's skin was taking on the blue-purple tinge of frozen flesh. He tossed the yellow jacket on the ground and then crossed his hands low, bowed his head, stared straight at Billy.
"You should never have said you were
going to kill me – dude."
CHAPTER 25
Mama Cecilia enjoyed her time on the boat with the old man. He told her stories of his life and his children. They talked of Mama's son and her granddaughter. He was kind, but eventually he told her the truth. They would not come back to her home unless they had nowhere else to go. Mama was not angry because it was good to hear someone be both honest and kind.
When they reached the place he was going, the old man started to worry about leaving her alone. She assured him that she would be fine, but now she realized it was a long way to her house. There was nothing to do but begin to walk, so that is what Mama Cecilia did. Her old fingers grew tired from carrying her small pack with her extra sweater. Eventually, she sat on a large rock and ate the food the old man had given her. She looked straight ahead at the trees. There were so many of them and each one more beautiful and stronger than the next. She took another bite of her bread and thought that she was perhaps a few miles from Oki's house and that meant she was only another few miles more from her own. It was a pity to have to think so hard about where one was, but that was what an old mind must do.
Mama raised her feet to look at her good moccasins because it pleased her. In her mind she told them it was time to walk again and she thought that they agreed. She put her hood on her head and began to walk.
She had not taken more than a dozen steps when she heard someone speak sharply. Quickly, she swiped the hood from her head so that she could hear more clearly. Whoever had called out did not call out again. Instead, Mama heard the sound of a motor. It was a snowmobile motor, and Mama Cecilia went toward it. She walked as quickly as she could, but she couldn't go fast enough. The sound of the engine was fading.
"Hello!"
She called out even though she knew she could not be heard over the noise and the distance. When she came to the place where she saw tracks, Mama Cecilia saw that the driver was going the opposite way of where she wanted to go. Still, it would have been good if she had said hello, and if the driver had offered to turn around and take her home.
She took a deep breath and looked toward her home as she thought about this missed opportunity. That's when she saw the other thing – an almost naked person lying in the snow that was red with his blood.
Mama went to the person to see if he was dead. She dropped to her knees and brushed the snow off his face and saw it was a very young man, younger than her son. His eyes were closed and his skin was blue/white. On his head was a wound. Mama reached her hand out but before she could touch him, the man sprung up and clasped her arm.
"I'll kill you. I'll. . "
The boy looked at her with great anger, but when he saw that she was not the person who hurt him he didn't hold her so tightly.
"I will help you," Mama said.
"I won't kill you," he promised.
The boy's arm shuddered and his eyes filled with tears. He fell into Mama's arms. This was not her son, but the spirits had sent this person to her because he was somebody's son. Mama Cecilia opened her small pack and gave him her extra sweater. She took off her coat of three furs and put it around him. It was a long coat, but it did not cover his legs. She had nothing for his legs, but she put his boots on his feet. In the snow she found his yellow jacket and she put that on herself. When all that was done, she helped this boy out of the snow and decided to do what a mama bear would do with her cub.
"My name is Mama Cecilia."
"Billy," he said. "My name is Billy."
Mama Cecilia smiled and she took his hand.
***
Melody and Glenn sat on the sofa in the living room. Robert stood behind them. The others were in Hours. Pea, of course, was Within. Teresa was with Hannah but those in the living room knew that she was upstairs doing exactly what they were doing: looking at Duncan's house.
"When did he come back?" Glenn asked and this time he did want an answer.
"Late," Melody answered.
"Did you see him?" Robert asked.
Melody nodded. She crossed her arms on the back of the couch and rested her chin on top of them. She hadn't taken her eyes off Duncan's house since he'd returned.
"I saw him walk from the store and go into his house," Melody said.
"But it was really dark then, Melody. Are you sure it was Duncan?" Robert said.
"Who else would it be?"
"I deduce a demon." Robert coughed and wiped his nose.
Glenn shrugged, "Billy? Maybe it was Billy who came back."
"Then where would Duncan be?" Melody asked. "I'm almost sure it was Duncan. He went right into the house."
"Teresa didn't make dinner. He didn't come to see us," Glenn said. "I think one of us should go talk to him. Melody, you should go."
"No, I don't think so. Teresa should go." Melody sat up and turned away from the window. "I'll go get her. Somebody needs to know what's going on. Hannah is asking for Billy. I told her he'd gone to get the doctor, but now there's no doctor."
"I could go talk to him," Robert offered.
"No, Melody is right. Teresa should do it," Glenn said. Half of Robert's face fell. The other half of his face never moved.
Melody got up. "You watch the house. Come tell us if you see him."
Melody went up the stairs, but instead of going to get Teresa she opened the door to Pea's room. It was as it always was except for Pea. She was not on her pillow. Instead, Pea was on her knees facing the shuttered windows with her hands flat upon them. It wasn't time to eat so, perhaps, this was where Pea always was at this time. Or else she was watching Duncan, in her mind, in her soul, facing his house and praying that he would make himself known. Melody stood behind her and said:
"Come out, Pea. Come out now."
The woman didn't move, not that Melody had expected her to. Melody looked around. She walked across the room to the bureau. There was a small chair in the corner, dainty enough for Melody to pick up with one hand. She put it beside Pea and sat down. She was so tired. Not just because she had kept watch all day and night but because she had been watching for years one way or another.
"Pea, Duncan needs you. I don't know if you can come Without, but if you can, now would be a good time."
While she waited, Melody looked at the kneeling woman. She had beautiful hands and her bare neck was lovely, too. Her skin was smooth and pale. Then Melody had the strangest thought. She wondered if Pea would feel it if Melody took a knife to her? Would she run like Melody's sister tried to do? Would she put her hands up to protect her face? Would she be strong enough to protect herself? Melody's sister hadn't been. Funny how wonderful it felt to be stronger than her beautiful sister who had two good hands. Melody shook away those thoughts. She didn't look at Pea's beautiful neck. She tried not to think about Hannah's scars, crisscrossed on her pretty dark skin.
"Pea!" Melody snapped.
When Pea didn't move, Melody stood up and reached over her head. She worked the latch, but couldn't get it to move. She wanted the window to open in the worst way. She wanted to have this woman see the world outside. Melody wanted Pea to understand that Duncan was in trouble.
When she couldn't manage the latch, Melody leaned on the wood and pounded it with her fist. She sniffed and tears came to her eyes. She swiped them away and looked down on Pea.
"Do you hear anything? Do you care? At all? About anything? Do you?"
James 2:10
Melody just stood there, looking down at Pea's black hair and the pink soles of her feet. Her shoulders slumped in resignation and disappointment.
"What good is it without, Duncan, Pea?"
Melody left the silent woman to commune with God and went to the next room where she hoped she would have better luck with Teresa.
***
Oki opened his door even though it was late. This time the television was turned to a show about animals.
"It is you, Cecilia."
"We need your help, Oki."
"I see tha
t Cecilia," he answered. "But this is not your son."
"No. But if this boy were my son, I would want another mother to help him."
Oki opened the door and took the boy's arm as Cecilia handed him inside. Oki guided him to a large chair. He looked at the parka.
"This is your amaut, is it not?"
It seemed to Mama Cecilia that there was no need to answer his question. Did she not stand there dressed in a yellow jacket and didn't the boy lie there covered in a fine coat of wolf and seal and fox? Still, if Oki asked then she should be respectful and answer.
"Yes."
"He is still very cold." Oki was on his knees. He took off Billy's shoes and he put his own slippers on the boy's feet. "Can you get him coffee, Cecilia?"
Mama Cecilia went to the kitchen that was part of the room where Oki watched his programs, and she could see the old man doing what he could to warm the boy. She brought the coffee and gave it to Oki who gave it to Billy.
"He does not speak." Oki stepped back to look at the boy.
"He does, Oki," Cecilia said. "His name is Billy."
"Billy." Oki spoke the name as if he were trying to decide if it was a good one. Then he nodded and pulled up a chair that he offered to Cecilia. He turned off his program and sat on a chair himself.
"Will you speak to me?" Oki asked.
Billy nodded.
"Then tell me what has happened to you."
"He is a shaman," Mama said by way of reassuring Billy when he didn't speak.
Billy swallowed his hot drink and he thought while the two old people waited patiently.
"Do you know the devil?" Billy asked.
Oki closed his eyes and nodded. Mama Cecilia felt her heart grow faint. She did not think she could take another boy into her heart who had devils, but then he made it right.
"I've seen him, man. I've seen the devil, and he tried to kill me."
"He is gone now," Mama Cecilia said, and she told the truth. The devil had gone off on a snowmobile so it was fine.
***
"Teresa?" Melody touched the older woman. Teresa opened her eyes. "Duncan didn't bring a doctor. He hasn't come in the house."
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