Part 6 (1/2)
”I dont know, Ms. Amakuk.
”Youll leave everything as you found it?
Liams lips tightened. ”Alaska state troopers are not thieves, Ms. Amakuk.
She had the grace to look uncomfortable. ”No, she said quickly. ”Of course not.
”If you have a key, Ill make sure we lock up behind ourselves.
”Of course. She went into the kitchen and they heard drawers and cupboards opening and closing. In Newenham, house keys were not normally ready to hand. Eventually Becky returned with a bra.s.s house key on a ring bearing a Last Frontier Bank fob and handed it over. She gathered what remained of her family together with a glance and they followed her out, Karen hanging behind to cast a languis.h.i.+ng glance Liams way.
”You sure are tall, she said. ”I like tall men a lot. She stepped in close to him and her voice dropped to a purr. ”They make me feel all little and feminine.
Liam slapped his cap back on and said to Prince, ”Lets start in the kitchen.
”Yes, sir, Prince said woodenly, and followed him from the room.
December 6, 1941 We lost one the other side of the Canadian border. The weather was s.h.i.+tty and it sounds like they might have flown into a mountain. Probably another one of those mountains thats ten thousand feet higher than the map says it is. Didnt know anyone on board.
Peter invited me to dinner. It was great to get off base. He lives in this little dugout kind of a place down on this creek that is so muddy that the mud soaks through the snow and ice. He says its full of salmon in the summertime. I dont see any self-respecting fish swimming up that but thats what he says. He says the salmon get really big, forty, fifty pounds but I reckon thats just one of his storys. He fried some moose steaks and boiled potatos from his garden. There was even b.u.t.ter I dont know where he got it. Pretty good better than what were eating on base. He showed me some gold nuggets one was the size of a radish I never see such a thing. I asked how does one go about finding more of those and he says you dont stroll out and pick them up off the ground its hard work. He says he might have a proposition for me later on if I can find him a flight to Russia.
A letter from Mom today saying that Aunt Victoria saw Helen down to the Powder House dancing. Im glad shes feeling better. I wonder who she was dancing with. Ira said hed look after her for me.
SEVEN.
Kagati Lake was covered with a foot of crusty snow, but someone had plowed enough of the strip for Wy to put the Cessna down. Leonard Nunapitchuk was there to help her unload the supplies for the little sundries store his wife, Opal, had started in their living room when she got the bid for postmistress.
”Good to see you, Leonard. How you been?
However hard she tried to make it sound like a casual question, it wasnt one and they both knew it. His wife had fallen victim to the serial killer Liam had apprehended the month before. Still, Leonard wasnt a whiner. ”Oh, muddling along.
”And the kids?
His expression lightened a little, and he nodded upslope, where his three remaining children had built their homes and brought their spouses. ”Fine. His eyes, nearly hidden in the ma.s.s of wrinkles surrounding them, narrowed with what might have been a smile. ”Ill be a grandfather come spring.
”Thats great news, Leonard.
”Yeah. If its a girl, Sarah says theyre going to call her Opal.
”Opal would be happy to hear that.
”Yeah, he said again. ”I just wish He stopped himself and said in a bright voice, ”Its too cold to stand around out here jawing.
Wy followed his lead, emptying out the back of the plane and reinstalling the seats that she had folded and stored. ”Dusty and his wife are making a Costco run into town, she said in answer to Leonards inquiring look.
”Whos minding the kids?
”Theyre bringing them.
Leonard looked at the plane, which seated six, and back at Wy.
”Theyre all under eight. Sh.e.l.l hold the baby and Ill buckle the two smallest kids in one seat. I just hope n.o.body throws up. I hate people puking in my planes.
”Cant say I blame you. He loaded his boxes onto a handcart and waved good-bye. She watched him push it up the trail and disappear into the brush that hid the rambling log house from the airstrip. It was a big house. It had to feel pretty lonely after his wifes death. She wished she had time to follow him up, accept a cup of coffee, play some cribbage.
But she had to get back to town, and Tim. And Liam.
Before she could go very far down that road the Moore gang arrived. She got them sandwiched in and they were in the air fifteen minutes later. The most she could do was circle Leonards house and run up and back on the prop pitch. Hed hear the engine wah-wah wah-wah and know she was saying good-bye. and know she was saying good-bye.
On the way back to Newenham she took a short detour to fly low and as slow as the Cessna would allow over Ted Gustafsons place at Akamanuk. A tall, spare, grizzled Scandinavian bachelor homesteader, Ted was also diabetic and dependent on the regular supply of insulin Wy delivered at three-week intervals. He came outside when he heard the engine and waved a rea.s.suring hand. Everything okay there. She waggled the wings and climbed back to five hundred feet.
They landed in Newenham a little before five, just in time for the Moores to catch the last Anchorage-bound flight of the day. Wy noticed a body bag being loaded into the cargo hold, and wondered who had died, and if it had been a death Liam had had to respond to, and if so, what time he would be home. It was her turn to cook, and Jo and Gary both had been invited. She decided on macaroni and cheese with onions and garlic, her mothers specialty and a dish that could easily be made larger by the addition of another vegetable on the side. She snugged down the Cessna, checked the Cubs tie-down lines, and headed for Eagle to lay in supplies.
Jo and Gary were already at her house, engaging Tim in a fierce battle of cutthroat pinochle. ”I cant believe you shot the moon! he was saying when she walked in.
Jo gathered up cards with a complacent air. ”Yes, well, like I always say, cutthroat is not for the faint of heart.
”Only the hard of head, Gary chimed in, so opportunely that it could only have been something he had said and she had heard many times before.
Jo aimed a halfhearted cuff at the side of his head and shuffled the cards in an alarmingly professional manner, fanning them, flipping them, and dealing them out again in a blur. Tim was trying hard not to look impressed and failing. ”Could you, like, maybe, teach me how to do that?
”Like, maybe, I could.
Gary looked up and saw Wy, and flashed a warm, intimate grin. ”Hey, girl.
”Hey, Gary.
Tim observed this exchange through narrowed eyes.
”Back on the ground, fly girl? Jo said. ”Just in time to pour another round. You have your uses.
”Youre welcome, Wy said dryly, and got three Coronas from the refrigerator.
”Did you get any c.o.ke at the store? Tim said.
”How many have you had already today?
He looked annoyed. ”I dont know.
”At school?
”I dont know, he said.
”One at lunch, one every break, did you stop off at Eagle and pick one up after school?
”I dont know!