River Marked

“I thought this wasn’t the rude version,” I said.

Calvin gri

I groaned.

“At last it was only Coyote and the monster in the river, and Coyote had the upper hand.

“‘I will let you live,’ said Coyote, ‘only if you promise never to eat anyone ever again.’ The monster promised, and Coyote let it live. The beaten river monster sank to the bottom of the Columbia and never was heard from again. The grateful people threw a feast for Coyote, and he ate twice as much as anyone else.

“‘ Tell us,’ the people said. ‘How did you come up with such a clever plan?’

“And Coyote forgot the promises he made because he is vain and forgetful. He claimed all the credit for rescuing the people.”

Finished with his story, Calvin turned to look at the river devil hovering on the rock.“There’s no saying that the river devil and the monster in the Coyote story are the same beast, but I was told to tell you the story after you saw the rock.”

“And about Be

“He’s going to be okay,” Calvin said. “Physically. The police are giving him a little bit of a bad time because he told them he doesn’t remember what happened or where his sister is, and the doctors are having trouble with figuring out what happened to his foot. But Be

Calvin leaned against the fence that protected the petroglyphs. He looked at us.“I don’t see what this has to do with you. Why my uncle and my grandfather think it has anything to do with you. I mean, I understand why he thinks you won’t run away from the crazies when we start talking river monsters that eat people. But why is it your business?”

“Good question,” I agreed. “I’d be happy if someone had some answers.”

“Tell us about Be

Calvin looked at him as if he were seeing him for the first time. Maybe he heard Adam’s willingness to put his life on the line for a bunch of people he didn’t know, too. After an awkwardly long moment, he said, “Be

A truck was pulling into the parking lot next to Adam’s. It was battered and sported three colors in addition to the bright orange primer, and its motor purred like a happy lion.

“My uncle,” said Calvin u

Adam glanced over his shoulder, then looked at Calvin.“So what did Faith do?”

Calvin, like most people, obeyed Adam’s tone of voice without even thinking about it and continued the story as his uncle approached. “She reeled it in, and the line kept coming. She leaned over the boat. Be

“‘There’s something fu

Jim paused and looked at Adam and me.“After I heard his story, I called in Gordon Seeker because he knows more about this kind of stuff than anyone I know. He listened to Be

He didn’t sound nearly as friendly as he had last night. But that seemed only natural. For all that he was human, and his cheerful ma

“So,” he said heavily, “now you know what we know. What do you know?”

“We told Calvin a few things,” said Adam. “Why don’t you give Mercy and me a little time to sort out what we know, and we’ll do the same. We have food enough for an army. Get Gordon and whoever else you think might need to know and come down to our campsite in two hours. We’ll feed you and talk.” *

WHEN WE WERE DRIVING BACK TO CAMP, ADAM SAID,“Did I read you wrong, or do you know more than I do about this?”

“I think knowing more might be a misnomer,” I said. “Maybe I have a better handle on the scope of the questions?”

He made a noise halfway between a grunt and a growl.

For thirty-odd years, I’d been alone. For a season, I belonged to Adam and he to me. Sometimes the relief of it was almost more than I could bear.

“The woman I saw at the museum and at Horsethief Lake, I suspect is Faith, Be

“I agree,” Adam said. “Probably, if she doesn’t reappear, there’s no reason to bring her up.”

“Besides,” I said, looking out of the truck at the small orchard we were passing because I didn’t want Adam to see my face, “if they have a walker, he’ll be able to see her just fine, and she can talk to him.”

But Adam knew me, and he put a hand on my knee.“Gordon is probably a walker.”

“Right,” I agreed.

“And he knew about you before he came into our camp. He just didn’t know that you were going to be with me until he saw you.”

“Yep,” I agreed. The river had a scattering of fishing boats that were dwarfed by a pair of barges traveling upstream.

“They left you to be raised by a wolf pack,” he said. “Their loss. Would you rather have had them, or Bran and his pack?”

He wore the pair of dark sunglasses that he sometimes did while driving. He used to wear them more often when the wolves were still trying to hide what they were. And his face was as bland as his voice.

“You have an irritating way of pointing out the obvious,” I told him, touching his arm to let him know I was teasing. One of my favorite things about being mated and now married was that I got to touch him whenever I wanted to—and the more I touched, the more I wanted to.