“Gordon Seeker,” said Gordon. “But Indian names change from time to time. I have had others. I work a little healing, a little magic, a little of this and that. When I was young, I was a mighty hunter, but it has been a long time since I was young.” He eyed Adam. “Maybe even longer ago than when this one was as young as he looks.”

“All right,” said Adam, when it became obvious that the old man had said all he intended to. “Jim and Calvin told us a few things this afternoon. Namely that we have a monster in the river that has killed at least one person—though the tally is unlikely to stop with Benny’s sister. Let metell you some things you don’t know—some of which might not have anything to do with our current problem at all.” He told them about the faes’ redirection of our honeymoon, including Yo-yo Girl Edythe’s prophecy and the otterkin who had been relocated to the Columbia.

Fred frowned and glanced at Jim.“I told you those otters we saw looked odd. Their heads are the wrong shape.”

“I have seen them,” said Gordon, his voice dismissing their importance. “Prophecy is a weak crutch to lean on.”

“Have you met Edythe?” I asked in an interested voice. “Short. Usually looks about ten?”

Gordon raised his eyebrows, and I thought that the answer might have been yes.

I smiled cheerfully at him.“Fae are deceptive. The weaker and more harmless they appear, the more dangerous they are likely to be. Edythe is probably the scariest monster in a raft of scary monsters. I’m not inclined to discount anything she said. And I’m not sure relegating the otterkin to harmless—even though our contact with the fae seemed to be doing it—is very smart.”

“They aren’t eating people,” observed Fred.

“That you know of,” I said at the same time that Adam said, “Yet.”

He smiled at me.“I’ll admit that they don’t appear to be part of this—but I don’t like that they are here. They were watching Mercy when she pulled Benny out of the water.”

“I have a few more things to add,” I said. And just then the wind picked up a little, and Benny’s sister, Faith, sat down beside me on the edge of the ice chest. I looked at the others—at Fred, Hank, and Gordon, who were supposed to be like me—expecting … I don’t know. Some sort of recognition, I suppose. But no one jumped up and exclaimed the dead woman’s name—or even seemed to see her. Not even Gordon Seeker.

“It wants him,” she said. She wasn’t looking at me; she was looking at Hank.

“Him who?” I asked.

“Benny.” She sighed. “Stupid. I know better than to lean out over the water like that. But he was stupid, too. I can swim. He should have stayed in the boat. But now … it’s like the crocodile inPeter Pan. It’s had a bite of him and wants the whole meal.”

“We’ll keep him safe,” I told her.

Everyone was watching us—or me at least. Adam had stood and was holding up his hand, keeping the others from interrupting. It might not be important—sometimes ghosts could be incredibly stubborn. But sometimes a loud noise or a sudden move, and they disappeared like rabbits.

“I don’t know if you can keep him safe,” she said sadly. “You know, in the story, all the first people the river monster ate came back to life after it was dead.”

“I thought Coyote left it alive?”

She turned toward me, finally, and smiled. It didn’t look like a smile that should be on the face of a dead woman. She had a good smile. “There are several versions of that story. When he was a little boy, Calvin always did like the ones in which everyone lived.”

She stood up and wandered over to the grill, her fingers passing through the grating, and pressed on the coals beyond.

“Be careful,” she told me, her gaze on the coal. “When it marks someone, they belong to it.” She looked at Hank again.

“It was always him for me, you know? Ever since high school. But he never had eyes for me.” She turned to me in sudden alarm. “Don’t tell him that. He doesn’t deserve to feel guilty.”

“I won’t,” I assured her.

“And don’t believe Jim’s mysterious-Indian schtick, either. He’s got a Ph.D. in psychology and taught over at UW in Seattle until he retired last year.”

She put her hands back on the grill, but this time she didn’t go through the grating but kept them on top of the hot metal, tapping her fingers lightly on the grill as if it fascinated her that she could do that without burning herself. I wanted to go and pull them off, even though I knew it couldn’t hurt her anymore.

She glanced at the Owens brothers.“And Fred trains cuttin’ horses. He’s starting to make a name for himself. Hank works with him on the business side, then does welding to help balance the books.”

“Why are you telling me all this?” I asked.

“So I remember,” she whispered. “Tell them not to call my name. I don’t want to stay here like this. Tell Benny I’m okay. Tell him to pick a flower for me and put it on Mama’s grave this year for me.”

I had never dealt with a ghost quite this coherent before. Usually, they don’t even notice me. The few that do don’t really seem to be aware that they are dead.

“I’ll tell them,” I promised, helpless to do anything to make this easier on anyone.

She looked up and met my eyes—and in hers I could see a flicker of violent green, the color of the river devil’s eyes. “See that you do.”

And she was gone.

Adam, watching me, dropped his hand when I met his eyes.

“Thanks,” I told him.

“What the hell is that?” growled Hank. “Who were you talking to?”

“I thought that all walkers could see the dead,” I said. “It’s why the vampires don’t like us.”

“Vampires?” said Fred. “There are vampires?”

Jim laughed.“Not all walkers are alike, Mercy. No more than two men wear the same shirt at the same time.”

I looked at Gordon.

“That is not my burden,” Gordon told me. “Besides, I’m not a walker. Who did you see?”

Calvin had said that Gordon could take animal form, and he hadn’t been lying. Still, there were other people who could shift shapes in the Native American stories I’d read. Instead of pursuing what he was, I answered his question.

“She didn’t want you to use her name, but could you give me a description of Benny’s sister? Before I tell you what she told me, I’d like to make sure I’m talking about the right person.”

“No,” said Jim coolly. “You tell us what she looked like, and we’ll tell you if you get it right.”

Okay. I could deal with that.“She’s a little shorter than I am and she has muscle. Not casual muscle but the kind that comes from some sort of hard work or sport. She has a little scar just in front of her left ear.” I put my finger where the scar was.

“She has a Web site,” said Hank hostilely. “Her photo is up on it.”

“This,” Adam said abruptly, “isn’t going to work that way. If you don’t believe Mercy saw Benny’s sister, nothing she tells you is going to convince you.”

“She told Calvin that there was a woman following them at Horsethief Lake.” Jim scuffed his boot in the dirt. “She told him that the woman was wearing a dark blue shirt with a pair of macaws on the back before he told her that Benny’s sister had been with him on the boat. Beyond that, I don’t see what pretending she could see Fai—” He stuttered a little as he switched words. “Benny’s sister gains her at this point.”

“She loved that shirt,” Hank muttered. “Got herself a new sewing machine, one that could do fancy embroidery. That shirt was the first thing she made on it.”

“Benny gave her a bad time about the damned parrots,” said Fred. “White cockatoos.” He laughed and shook his head.

I thought I would have liked Faith if I’d known her while she was alive.

“What did she say?” Adam asked.

“She said that it had a taste of Benny and wanted the rest. I told her that we could keep him safe, but she wasn’t convinced of it.” I glanced at the men sitting on the bench of the picnic table. “Other than that it was just a few things—and a message to Benny. She wants him to know she’s okay, and she wants him to put a flower on her mother’s grave for her this year.”