The other young men behind the pool table began to edge away, heading slowly toward the door as if someone had dropped a live, pissed-off snake on the floor. “Do you, now?” Mike turned his attention to the younger man. “The boy here just drinks too much and fancies strange things.” Petra knew that his jurisdiction ended at the border of the state park, but he had the attitude of a cop, whether on or off duty. “Is there a problem here, gentlemen?” His attitude was congenial, but it seemed as if he wore some authority here. He slid out of the booth, strode to the pool table. “Sal Rutherford don’t like people talking about what goes on around his property.” “I think you’re drunk.” The older man crossed his arms over his cue. Beer glasses and an empty pitcher surrounded the edge of the pool table. A roosting dove? The flickering candlelight outlined the shadow of wings in impossibly large and abstract dark shapes overhead.Ī young man in jeans was arguing with an older man in overalls. The noise disturbed something flapping in the rafters. “You’ll believe in swearing ravens before you’ve been here six months, I promise you.”Ī commotion sounded from the vicinity of the pool table: a cue slapping down on the felt and balls rolling away. Petra filed that bit of info away to ask Maria about later. Maria Yellowrose’s uncle says that they’re cursed, but won’t say why.” “I hate seeing innocent men get bludgeoned to death.” He’d known and hadn’t mentioned it, waiting for her to go first, like it was some sort of a test. You’d do best to stay out of fights.” He took a swig from his beer. It was with this guy, Gabriel, who works for Sal Rutherford.” I told him that I refused to believe that my spirit guide was a swearing raven.” He said that I’d had a spiritual experience. “I asked one of the reservation elders about it. Then it flew off.” Mike spread his hands. It shook itself off, looked me square in the eye. The branch was weak, and it got snow all over its wings.
The ones around here will drop nuts on the roads and wait for cars to drive over them to crack them.” I read a study from Europe that said they’re smart enough to use tools. She remembered the raven that had accompanied Gabriel. “That’s nice dinner conversation, isn’t it?” all in their sleeping bags like they were waiting for Christmas morning.” He shook his head, as if to clear it. It was eerie.” Mike’s gaze seemed to slide past her as he remembered. I found them after they were missing for a couple of days. It was warm enough near those geothermal gases. Probably looking for somewhere warm to camp.
Noxious gases bubbled up in muddy water, and the campers were just too close.
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