She is a walker, Adam told Calvin. Coming up with reasons it cant be so doesnt help, and neither does arguing. I should know: I was bitten and Changed by a bandit warlord in Vietnam. Even now, I dont know of any werewolves living in Asiathere are things over there that dont like us, and they can make their dislike fatal. Yet there he was. Mercy changes into a coyote. You cant argue with fact. Just accept it and get over it. Was that your grandfather?
If Gordon Seeker was a walker who turned into a red-tailed hawk, that would explain why he was able to disappear so effectively. There still should have been a pile of clothes where hed changed, but being a walker would answer most of my questions.
Grandpa Gordon changes, said Calvin. He looked as though he had sucked on a lemon as he stared at me.
He didnt not-lie very well, either. Maybe it was something medicine men learned when they were older. I had a feeling that his uncle Jim could not-lie as smoothly as any fae, and Id seen that his grandfather could do the same. So why had they sent Calvin out with us? Unless they wanted us to share their secrets.
And the reason they might want us to know was tied up with Gordon Seeker, Yo-yo Girl Edythes prophecy, and whatever had happened to Benny and his sister that Calvin wanted to wait until later to tell us.
Someday, Im going to meet some supernatural creature who tells me everything I should know up front and in a forthright mannerbut Im not going to hold my breath.
That hawk wasnt Gordon, said Adam, who could tell a bad not-lie as well as I could. Who was it?
If Gordon could change, and the hawk wasnt Gordon, then there were three of us. Three walkers. Gordon had known about me, about my existence, and the only reason we had met was chance. Engineered by Yo-yo Girl, but not by any desire on their part. Fine. They hadnt wanted anything to do with me. I would extend them the same courtesy.
Calvin looked at me a moment and threw up his hands in surrender.Coyote, huh? Maybe that explains a few more things about why Grandpa Gordon wanted you to see this. He rubbed his face. Look. Let me take you to see She Who WatchesI dont know if shes something you needed to see or not. Uncle Jim wasnt exactly forthcoming, but shes the best and best-known of the pictograms. Then Ill take you on to the petroglyphs. Ill tell you Bennys storyand Ill give you Uncle Jims phone number, and you can call him about anything else you need to know, all right?
It sounded fair enough to me, and Adam nodded.
He turned around and led us back down to where the trail split, and we followed the path of the woman Id seen earlier. There were more drawings on the rock faces we passed.
Theres no lichen on the places where the pictograms are, commented Adam.
Calvin nodded. Hed calmed down a lot, and his fear no longer made me ache to give chase. Right. They had some way of clearing off a bare patch and keeping it clean a thousand years later. It might have been something as easy as scraping the rock clean. Lichen needs a certain amount of roughness to grow. Thereare a few bare patches of rock that were obviously cleared off. He pointed. But they dont have anything on them. Maybe someone mixed the paint wrong, or maybe they didnt get around to using them. You can see a bit of pigment on some of the bare patches when the light is just right.
Do you know which tribe the people who lived over there belonged to? Adam asked.
Calvin shook his head.When the Europeans came, everybody moved. Lots of bands and a few tribes died off entirely. Most tribes kept their histories orally, and many of those stories were lost. We have some good guesses, but so do other tribes, and their guesses and ours dont always line up.
We turned a corner, onto the same trail down which the woman had disappeared. I could scent her. The trail paralleled the fence. On the other side of the fence were the railroad tracks that ran along the river. The fence and the trail ended abruptly, leaving us in a corner between the fence and a basalt rock wall. On the rock, looking out at the Columbia, was the biggest, clearest pictogram Id seen. She could have been drawn a decade ago rather than centuries.
She Who Watches looked like a raccoons face. Two little tulip ears perched on top of her head, and her mouth was open in a wide smile. A square of faded black was set in the middle of her mouth. It might have been a faded tongue or a long-ago attempt to cover up something, but whatever it was, it looked out of place in the rest of the face. Faintly, I could see where fangs had once been drawn in the mouthand I bet she didnt look so friendly long ago, when those were more obvious.
Most of the pictograms wed seen were cruder, two-dimensional stick figures. This had depth and real artistry.
There are a lot of stories about She Who Watches, Calvin said. He opened his mouth and stopped. But thats not why it was important to come here. He looked startled, as if hed surprised himself with what hed said.
Why dont you tell us the story anyway? Adam invited. We have time.
Calvin looked uneasily over his shoulder but there was no one behind us.All right. He took a deep breath. All right. Its a Coyote story, so I suppose its appropriate, right? One of several about how she came to be hereall the ones I know are Coyote stories.
One day, Coyote came walking up the Columbia and he found this Indian village. He walked among the people, but he couldnt find their leader. So he went up to an old lady making a fish trap. Where is your leader? he asked her.
Tsagaglalal, She Who Watches, is our leader, said the old woman. She is up on the hill.
So Coyote, he comes up to this place and found a woman standing just where we are.
What are you doing up here? he asked her. Your people are down in the village.
I am watching, she told him. I watch to see that my people have enough to eat. I watch so they have good homes to sleep in. I watch to see that they are safe from enemies.
Coyote, he thought that this was a good thing. So he took her and threw her up against this rock so that she could keep a watch over her people always.
I bet there is more to the story, said Adam. Coyote wouldnt throw her on the rock unless she made a smart-aleck comment or two.
Well, I said, because hed been looking at me, I suppose if I were doing my job, and some stranger came up and started questioning me, I might be tempted to say something a little rude. Id said quite a bit to Adam over the years, and I saw in his eyes that he was remembering it, too.
Maybe so, said Calvin. Let me take you back to the petroglyphs.
He started back down the trail, and I hesitated. I turned to look at the little corner wed been stuck in and took a deep breath, but I didnt smell her. Id caught her scent at the fork in the trail, and there was nowhere else she could have gone. Even if she had climbed over the fence, shed have left her scent behind.
Did either of you notice the woman who was out walking the trail a little ways behind us? I asked. Maybe shed been the hawk wed seen.
What woman? asked Calvin.
Adam shook his head.Who did you see?
The woman from the museum, from the Indian exhibit there, I told Adam, expecting him to have seen her, too. Adam notices things. Part of it is being werewolf, but a bigger part of it, I think, comes from his time as a member of a Long-Range Reconnaissance Patrol in the jungles of Vietnam.
A family, he said. Father, mother, three kids.
And a middle-aged Native American woman wearing a bright blue shirt with a pair of macaws embroidered on the back, I told him. She smelled like mint and coffee.
He shook his head.I didnt see her.