Deep as the Marrow

And then everything faded to gray.

He awakened to find the tiny room filled with people and babbling voices. He became vaguely aware of Gerry Ca

“Go?” He started to say something about Snake not “going” anywhere, but caught Lester giving him a sharp look from across the room.

“Like I told you, Mr. Government Man,” Lester said, “he came to and stumbled back outta here!”

John didn’t get it but knew from Lester’s glare that he should go along, so he mumbled something barely coherent about not knowing anything about Snake’s whereabouts.

“I want him!” Luke Mulliner said, kneeling teary eyed over Poppy’s sheet-draped body. “I want to find him first!”

“You’ll find him,” Lester said softly. “You may not be first, but don’t you worry, Luke. You’ll find him.”

As Agent Geary fitted a makeshift sling around John’s right shoulder, Bob Decker stepped up, cradling a blanket-wrapped bundle in his arms. He knelt and showed him Katie’s face; her eyes were open but she looked dazed.

“Katie!” God, how he wanted to hold her, but his right arm was useless and he barely had the strength to lift his left. “Katie, you’re safe now.” She only nodded vaguely. She was still shocky. Would she ever get over this?

And then he was being helped to his feet. Ca

“Agent Ca

Ca

“You figure that right.” He hobbled outside on Ca

And then he looked around and saw them. The Appletons—the too short and the too tall, the straight and the crooked, the too pale and the mottled, the smooth and the lumpy—they stood about the clearing in front of their house, staring at the strangers who’d invaded their domain. A silent, eerie sendoff.

“Christ, this is a weird-looking bunch,” Ca

“Recessive traits,” John said.

“What?”

“Inbreeding. Brings all sorts of faulty genes out of the closet.”

We make a pretty odd sight ourselves, John thought as he looked around at their little procession. Matt Mulliner led the way down the slope, followed by Luke carrying Poppy’s sheet-wrapped body, then Geary, and Decker with Katie. Over his shoulder John saw Levon carrying Lester as easily as Decker was carrying Katie.

“As soon as we get you three to a hospital,” Ca

“If you’re talkin‘ ’bout that fella with the eyepatch,” Lester said from behind, “I doubt that’ll be necessary.”

“We’re sure as hell not going to forget about him.”

“Don’t mean you should. I’m just saying the pines has a way of takin‘ care of his sort.”

John glanced back at Lester and caught the old man’s wink. What was he up to?

He got his answer a few minutes later when they reached the clearing and found Snake facedown in a puddle. Geary ran up to him, gun drawn, but it was obvious he was long dead.

“Must’ve tripped and fell,” Lester said.

Geary and Matt Mulliner had a hard time lifting the body because Snake’s face was sunk so deep in the muck at the bottom of the puddle. Finally it came free with a sucking pop.

“He must have ‘tripped and fell’ pretty damn hard,” Ca

John wondered if Ca

But Lester was unruffled. “Like I said, the pines has a way of takin‘ care of his sort.” And suddenly John realized that Snake’s death closed the circle.

It’s over, he thought, and with that he felt himself fading again. He had to lean on Ca

At last, at last, at last, she was safe and back where she belonged. He kissed her cool forehead and felt as if he were going to explode with gratitude. Decker, Ca

He watched Luke seat himself on the passenger side of the pick-up, still clutching Poppy’s sheet-wrapped body. He didn’t seem to be able to let go of her.

Thank you, Poppy Mulliner, John said in his mind, from his heart, from his soul. Wherever you are, thank you.

As Decker, Geary, and Matt lifted Snake’s body, John heard the bearded brother tell them to toss it into the back of the pickup— “with the rest of the trash.”

“Katie, Katie, Katie,” John whispered, squeezing her tighter, barely able to hold back the tears, “it’s so good to have you back again.” She looked up at him. She seemed more alert now.

She gave him a little smile, then closed her eyes again.

She whispered a single word. “Poppy.” John wished she’d said Daddy, but he’d take Poppy— he’d take anything. Just hearing her voice was enough.

The End