Honey, said the cashier, who was half my age. You get rid of that man. You dont have to put up with being a punching bag.
It was a woman, I told her. And you are absolutely right.
I walked briskly out of the store and kept going across the parking lot as I called Adam.I saw a sandwich shop in the little mall above Wal-Mart, I told him. Ill meet you there.
Its a little early for lunch, he said. Wed eaten breakfast just before hed dropped me off at Wal-Mart.
Youre a wolf, I informed him. You can eat anytime.
What did you do?
I heard a siren and hoped that it wasnt someone coming looking for me. I made my brisk walk a little brisker. Got in a fight with my girlfriend, apparently. I hung up before he could ask me anything else.
The nice lady at the sandwich shop had been happy to fill a plastic bag with ice and accepted my story about a jealous girlfriend with a sympathetic ear (I kept my wedding ring hidden). She made me two large chicken sandwiches, and I paid for them and a pair of juices.
When Adam drove up, I was watching the police cars at Wal-Martit must have been a slow daywith the ice bag wrapped in my new bloodstained black T-shirt. Bloodstains on a new black shirt were more a matter of texture and smell than color.
I think we ought to go back to the camp, I told him.
He pulled the ice down from my eye and took a good look before he let me put it back up again. Then he examined my hands, and brought my free hand up to his lips so he could kiss the bruises. He led me to the truck and buckled me in.
It was a good thing that there werent many cars in the parking lot, or hed never have gotten the big truck back out of it. I never had that problem with my Rabbit.
He didnt say anything, just drove the quarter of a mile toward the highway on-ramp in silence. I made it mostly to The Dalles before I broke.
I didnt know anyone wanted to kill me when I made you leave me alone.
I smelled fae, he said neutrallythe sneak. That was why hed kissed my knuckles.
She jumped me in the changing room, I told him reluctantly. Id known after the doorknob hit my eye that I wasnt going to be able to hide the fight from Adam. Not that Id really been planning on keeping the attack secret; it had just been an option Id wanted to keep open if I could. I think it was one of the otterkinand she was the weird lady from lunch the day before yesterday.
Did you leave the body? he asked.
No body, I told him. I wasnt trying to kill her. And once I got rid of the knife, I was pretty sure she couldnt kill me. She wasnt any stronger than a normal human. I thought a moment. I dont think so, anyway. As soon as the clerk came in, she glamoured back to otterkin and left through the ceiling. She might have used magic to get up there, but otters are pretty agile.
He squeezed his nose. Then he laughed.I guess you proved your point, he told me. You can take care of yourself.
I wonder why the otterkin are trying to kill me? I said.
I dont think that well call in the fae to help us against the river devil, said Adam. I think the chances are that they may come down on the wrong side.
You were thinking of asking the fae forhelp? I squeaked. Help was even worse than a favor.
He gave me an exasperated look.I said I wasnt.
It sounded like you might have been before I was attacked.
Youre trying to distract me, he said. You dont need to. Im not going to yell at you because you were attackedespecially since you won the fight.
She ran away, I said.
Without accomplishing her purpose. Thats losing in my book. Especially since you got rid of her knife before she stuck it in you.
I gave him a wary look, but he honestly didnt appear upset.
Mercy, he said, in a fair fight between near equals, Ill back you every time. Its the demons, vampires, and river devils I worry about, and Im working on that.
I could live with that if he could.
10
UNLIKE THE MARYHILL MUSEUM OR SHE WHO WATCHES, Stonehenge was a place I had been to many times over the years. Its right on the way to my moms house in Portland. Sam Hill had been told that the henge at Salisbury had been used for human sacrifice and decided that it was a fitting memorial for the men who were sacrificed in World War I.
Adam and I parked the truck next to a deserted orchard down by the river and walked over hill and dale to the high place where Sam Hills conceit looked out over the gorge.
I never could decide if Stonehenge was beautiful, spiritual, or merely a roadside oddity. Certainly it was impressivea massive exact-sized replica cast in concrete of a place half a world away.
The original Stonehenge took about sixteen hundred years to build. The one at Maryhill took a little more than ten years to complete. It is a monument to commemorate thirteen young men of Klickitat County who died in a war nearly a hundred years ago, a silent testament of a man who knew how to dream big, and, Id been told, a magical collection site of great power to those who knew how to access it.
Id always taken that last bit with a grain of salt. After all, Id have thought a powerful place would have attracted witches or something nastier (and there is not a whole lot nastier than a black witch), and in all the years Id been visiting, Id never seen anything dangerous. The other reason Id doubted was because I am pretty good at sensing magicand it had never felt any more magical than my garage.
In the night, it was different.
The minute my foot landed on the flattened area around the monument, I could feel the pulse of magic under my feet. Adam sensed it, toothough werewolves dont usually feel magic other than their own. He lifted his head and took a deep breath.
I thought this was an awfully public place to be meeting, I told Adam. You can see up here from all the way over the river on the main highway. Suddenly, though, Coyotes desire to meet here makes better sense. Ive heard talk of ley lines since before I could walkBran might be a werewolf, but he understands the working of magic even if he doesnt do witchcraft or wizardry himself.
I paused, frowning.I dont think he does, anyway. Ive been here a lot over the years, and this is the first time Ive ever felt magic.
Ley lines? said Adam. I can feel something. He closed his eyes and breathed in, as if trying to pick up that little bit more that isolating his senses might give him. Ley lines, huh? Feels like someone stroking my hair in the wrong direction.
Is that a good thing or a bad thing? I asked.
He snorted.No flirting. Were here on business.
Wed come early; my husband, the eternal tactician, had determined that would be the better course. I liked those two words together. My and husband.
What are you grinning about? he asked.
I told him, and he grinned, too.Hopeless, he said. You are hopeless. We are supposed to be getting the lay of the land, not making goo-goo eyes at each other. I suppose it wont do much harm, though, since it has already been scouted. He tucked his arm around me and nodded toward the tall stone outer ring of Stonehenge, where a pair of hawks perched, watching us.
Ah, I said. But are they enemy scouts or friendly ones?
Friendly, said Jim Alvin, coming out of the shadows like … well, like a good Indian scout. Hank found that as a hawk he can better resist the river devil, so we thought it would be safer for everyone if he stayed in his feathered form.
It takes a lot to sneak up on a coyoteupwind, silent, and cloaked by darkness and stillness. From Adams expressionless face, I knew he hadnt sensed Jim, either. I reached up and tipped an imaginary hat to him. Are all medicine men as adept at sneaking around as you are? I asked.