Marked in Flesh
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The rumor was that something had hooked its claws into the tree and ripped it out of the ground.
Warnings issued from both sides. At least that’s how Jesse read that encounter—and Joe hadn’t disagreed with her assessment even if he wouldn’t confirm there was something besides Wolves and Wyatt Beargard watching the land between Bennett and Prairie Gold.
So, no merchandise available from the nearest town. Everything they needed had to come by train or truck now. Trouble was, they were buying far more than the town residents or businesses could afford, and they wouldn’t have been buying much of anything if Tolya, as spokesman for his kin, wasn’t loaning them the money.
No one had a feeling about borrowing money from the Sanguinati, but no one felt easy about it either. Still, it was either that or ignore the warnings that they needed to tuck in supplies.
Diapers and baby powder. Blankets and bed linens. Towels. Toothbrushes and toothpaste. Toilet paper. Gods! How was a shopkeeper supposed to make an estimate about something like that?
And where was she supposed to put all these supplies?
The bell on the door jingled. Jesse turned away from the shelves, glad to be distracted by a customer.
The girl looked to be about sixteen or seventeen. A stranger wearing one of the dresses Jesse knew had been in the window of the used-clothing store just last week. Sandals on her feet. Her hair was a light ash color and hung halfway down her back. Her eyes were amber, and the ears that suddenly poked out from beneath the hair were furry and not human-shaped.
A Wolf, Jesse thought, smiling as she moved slowly toward the girl. “Hello. I’m Jesse, the owner of this store. Can I help you find something?” She spotted Joe Wolfgard and a stranger—another Wolf?—standing outside talking to Tobias.
Chaperoned independence.
“What’s your name?” Jesse asked.
“Rachel. I’d like a book?”
A statement phrased as a question. The girl wasn’t really sure she was allowed to ask for such a thing.
“The books are over here.” Jesse led Rachel to the shelves. “These two shelves are new books. New books usually cost more. These two shelves have used books.” Jesse chose a paperback at random and handed it to Rachel.
Rachel studied the cover. Then she sniffed the book, made a face, and handed it back.
Interesting. She wanted to ask what the girl smelled on the book, but that would have to wait for the next visit.
“You can also borrow books from the library.”
“Borrow means we can’t keep it?”
“That’s right. You read it and give it back to the library.”
“We want a book to keep.”
Jesse nodded. “A book for you?”
Rachel hesitated. “A book of stories for puppies? To read to the puppies? I can read pretty well.”
This girl threw out lures to snag the curious.
Another time, Jesse promised herself as she studied the selection of children’s books that she had available. “Well, I have a book of animal stories.” When Rachel squatted beside her, she wanted to ask if the girl was wearing underpants beneath that summer dress, but that was a question that could cause embarrassment, especially if this was a first attempt at interacting with a human.
“We like animals,” Rachel said.
“I don’t know if the animals in these stories behave like the animals you know.”
Rachel nodded. “Make-believe.” She held the book. Sniffed the book. And didn’t hand it back.
“Would you like to pick out a book for yourself?”
“I—” Rachel looked at the price sticker on the book of stories. “I don’t have enough money to buy another book.”
“I’ll give you a book for yourself.”
Rachel shook her head. “Supposed to buy it.”
“Usually that is true. But today I would like to give you a book as a gift. As a way to say welcome.”
“Oh.” The girl looked at the shelves of books, her amber eyes filled with delight and confusion.
Bit by bit, Rachel told Jesse about the books she had read and which ones she liked the best. Finally, Jesse nudged Rachel toward an Intuit mystery writer who wrote a series of stories about a human who had a couple of terra indigene acquaintances who helped solve the mysteries. She wasn’t sure if the portrayal of the Others was sufficiently accurate. She hadn’t thought twice about that when she’d read some of the books.
Well, it will be interesting to read one again with what I know about the Others now—and see what Rachel thinks of the characters. Would any of the terra indigene be interested in attending our monthly book club? Something to ask Joe Wolfgard.
Jesse rang up the one book and watched through the window when Rachel left the store. The girl almost glowed with the triumph of a successful encounter. And turned shy when introduced to Tobias, who tipped his hat and did everything proper for an introduction.
As Tobias came into the store, Joe looked at Jesse through the window—and smiled.
We’re going to be all right, Jesse thought as the Wolves headed in the direction of the terra indigene settlement. If the Others accept us as friends, we’ll be all right.
To: NS
Troops are in position and are drawing unwanted attention. We must strike now or lose the element of surprise. Create the final distraction.
—Pater
To: NS
The special deliveries from Cel-Romano have arrived. Awaiting your instructions.
—HFL Leaders, Midwest and Northwest chapters