Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 121735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Lydia jumped into the puzzle-piece-bed and hopscotched upward, leaping from flat top to flat top, keeping her balance by throwing her arms this way and that, making sure that she avoided the lichen and moss growth that could make her slip.
Overhead, crows circled and called to each other, aviary judges that seemed to be following her and running a commentary. She refused to look and acknowledge their paparazzi presence.
Anthropomorphize much? And to think she considered herself a scientist.
Lydia found the first dead vulture about half a mile up the riverbed. Three days old, going by the state of the remains. A raccoon was the next body. Also by the river’s edge, about two hundred yards up.
As the going got steeper, she debated whether to continue the climb because this was real needle-ina-haystack stuff. Taking a pause to catch her breath, she looked over her shoulder at the valley below. Cradled between the palms of the deep green mountains, a blue lake in the form of a salamander caught the sun—and gave it back. The glinting made her blink even from a distance, but how could anyone begrudge the splendor.
In her soul, she knew it was inevitable that she would end up here. All this natural beauty, all this space … all this lack of people.
It was also inevitable that someone with dollar signs in their eyes would fuck it up.
On the other side of the valley, at the exact elevation she was, a half-mile section of evergreens had been cleared by machines and explosives. The ragged, raw earth and exposed granite ledge were an injury to the other mountain, something that would take a decade to patch over and partially heal if left alone. But that wasn’t the future. Off to one side, enormous steel I beams extended upward, a forest of man-made trunks that were soon to be thick walls to support heavy ceilings.
The resort was going to sit on that site, a blight on the landscape, and service people who were looking for a “luxury spa experience.”
Meditation and wellness brought to you by American Express and the fine folks at Diners Club—
The snap of a stick made her turn around and go for her Mace at the same time. But she instantly recognized the tall, intense man who had come up behind her without making a sound. Until he had wanted his presence to be known.
“Oh, it’s you, Sheriff.”
Sheriff Thomas Eastwind was forty-ish, with strong features and long black hair that was always kept in a single braid. In his uniform, he was fully armed and in charge even out in the wilderness—then again, he was the boss of Walters. With a staff of three other officers, he enforced the law for not only all of the preserve, but the half dozen little towns between Walters and the Canadian border.
“I found what you’re looking for,” he said. “This way.”
Eastwind turned and cut into the forest—and there was no question that she was going to follow him. Fortunately, she kept up easily, even though his stride was long and he never misplaced his feet on the rocky, uneven ground.
“Will the wolf survive?” he asked as they wound around pines.
There was no reason to ask how he knew another one had been found. “We’ll know more in the next twenty-four hours. At least that’s what Rick says.”
“Was it one of yours?”
“It was tagged, yes. A male. He was magnificent—is magnificent, I mean.”
There was no more talking until the sheriff stopped and pointed. “Over there.”
The instant Lydia focused on what he’d found, she jumped ahead, shoving boughs out of the way. The bait trap was chained to a sapling, the stainless steel box vented and open at the top. Inside, remnants of meat secured by a wire had dried out.
“Motherfucker,” she whispered as she knelt down and tested the links of the chain. “I need to take this with—”
“Come stand behind me.”
Looking up, she saw that Eastwind had unholstered his service weapon and was holding it by his thigh.
“Don’t shoot me,” she said.
“I won’t.”
Hustling out of the way, she put her arms over her face—which was a little ridiculous—
Pop!
As the bullet hit the chain, there was a clang and a pfft of loose dirt, and in the pause afterward, a crow flushed from a branch, squawking as it flew off.
Going back to the trap, Lydia uncoiled the links from the trunk, and hefted the thing up onto her shoulder.
“You know they’re killing the wolves on purpose,” she said. “To protect people who haven’t been bothered by animals that have more right to be here than we do.”
“I’ll take you back to your headquarters.” He pivoted and started to walk off. “My vehicle is this way.”
“You can’t let them do this.” Lydia stayed put. “I know that resort is bringing jobs here, but they’re too expensive on the wildlife.”