“What makes you think I don’t? Take my advice, Farley, get yourself a tin can and bury it deep. A married man needs some backup.”
Jenna’s eyes twinkled with humor even as she narrowed them. “I know where everything’s buried around here. And just where to bury you where no one will ever find the body if you’re not careful.”
“A woman who can threaten your life before you’ve finished breakfast is the only kind of woman worth having,” Joe told Farley.
“I’ve got one of those. I’m a lucky man.”
“The two of you lucky men better finish up and get out of here if you expect to get your work done, then help Sam.”
“We’ll be the best part of the day. We’ll have the radio if you need anything.”
“I’ve got my own full day. Lucy’s packing you two lunch so you won’t starve, or have need to come back in before you’re done. I’ll be heading into town later on, then swinging by Lucy’s. She’s started her spring cleaning, so I’m picking up what she needs at the market.”
“Can you go by the hardware? I need a couple things.”
“Put it on the list.”
Joe wrote down what he needed while he finished his coffee. “We can call the dogs in if you want them around today.”
“I’ll be leaving in a couple hours anyway. Let them have a good run with you. Are you home for supper, Farley?”
“Well, Tansy’s mom’s going back today, so I was thinking…”
“I know what you’re thinking. I’ll see you in the morning, then.” She added to her list while Farley cleared the table.
“I’ll load up the tools,” he said. “Thanks for breakfast, Jenna.”
When they were alone, Joe winked at his wife. “We’ll have the house to ourselves tonight, so I was thinking…”
She laughed. “I know what you’re thinking, too.” She leaned over for the kiss. “Get going so you can get back. And don’t work so hard you’ve got nothing left for what you’re thinking.”
“I’ve always got something left for that.”
She smiled as she finished her lists in the quiet kitchen, because that was the pure truth.
LIL HELPED CLEAN and hose down the enclosures before going into the offices. It was dental hygiene day at the refuge, so Matt and several of the interns would be busy drugging animals and cleaning teeth. And a shipment of chicken was due to arrive that morning. More interns busy unloading and storing. The winch on the door of the lion’s habitat had made unfortunate noises that morning as she’d lowered it to keep Sheba out of the enclosure while they’d cleaned and disinfected it. Maintenance on the list, she thought, and some prayers that it didn’t need replacement.
Maybe one day she’d be able to afford hydraulics, but that was not today.
“Don’t you look bright and happy this morning,” Mary commented.
“Do I?”
“Yes, you do.” Mary tipped down her cheaters. “Good news?”
“No news, so I suppose that’s good. It’s going to hit seventy today, a veritable heat wave. Forecasters claim it’ll hang around through tomorrow before we drop about twenty degrees. We do need more feed for the petting zoo.”
“I ordered it yesterday.”
“I’ve got news.” Lucius waved the whip of red licorice in his hand. “I just checked the website. We’re up to five thousand dollars in donations attached to Delilah. People are all excited about her, and her and Boris. It’s the love story that’s done it, I think.”
“If it is, we’re going to generate a romance for every animal in here.”
“They’ve gotten more hits than any of the others on the webcam this week, and more comments. I was thinking we could update the bios on all the animals, juice them up a little. And replace some of the photos, maybe do a couple of short videos.”
“That’s good. And you know what, Lucius, maybe you could get some videos of Matt and his interns working on the dental. It’s not sexy, but it shows what kind of care we give them, how much work’s involved. It’s educational, plus it may stir up donations from people who don’t realize what goes into tending them.”
“Sure, but it would work better if you wrote up a little piece on it. Something fun that talks about how people hate to go to the dentist and stuff like that.”
“I’ll play with something.”
She went into her office to work on a piece she hoped to pitch for pay on Delilah’s rescue. She’d beef it up with the romance angle with Boris, she decided. Good nutrition, proper care, and housing all mattered, she mused, but the connection to another living thing made life rich.
Nodding, she sat down to work on it, and thought romance was certainly in the air.
HEWAS READY, fully prepared. It had taken hours of work, but he felt everything he needed and wanted was now in place. Timing would be an unknown, a risk factor, but it would be worth it. In fact, it would be more exciting, more important with that unknown.
He was ready to kill, here and now, and take that risk as well. But as he watched, hidden, he lowered the crossbow. He might not have to kill to retrieve the bait. It would be better if he could make this clean. Take less of his time, his energy.
And make the real hunt-and-kill that much more satisfying.
Look at them, he thought, look at them going about their business, their useless business, without a clue he was close. No idea they were being watched.
He could kill them so easily. As easy-easier-than shooting a buck at his watering hole.
But wouldn’t she try harder, run faster, fight more viciously if he let them keep their worthless lives? Too much blood and she might lose heart.
He couldn’t have that. He’d waited too long, worked too hard.
So he watched them load the fencing. Fucking farmers, making their rooms out of the land. His land. Trapping their mindless cattle, animals not even worth the hunt.
Go on, go, he urged them, setting his teeth as their voices and laughter carried to him. Go. Everything will have changed when you get back. Yes, it was better to let them live, let them suffer when they realized what he’d done right under their noses.
Their tears would be sweeter than their blood.
He smiled as the dogs raced and ran and leaped in anticipation. He’d been resigned to killing the dogs, but he’d have been sorry for it. Now, it seemed, even that blood could be spared.
They rode off, the dogs in joyful pursuit. And the little farm in the valley of the hills went quiet. Still he waited. He wanted them well away, out of sight, out of hearing before he broke cover.
He’d watched the women many times in the past, studied the routine of the farm as he would any herd he stalked. She was strong, and he knew they had weapons inside the house. When he took her, he’d take her quickly.
He circled behind the barn, moving fast and silent. In his mind he wore buckskin and moccasins. His face bore the symbols of the warrior.
Birds sang, and some of the cattle lowed. He heard the chickens humming, and as he neared the house, the sound of the woman’s voice singing.
His mother hadn’t sung. She’d kept her head down, kept her mouth shut. She’d done what she was told to do or she got the boot. In the end his father had had no choice but to kill her. As he’d explained, she’d stolen from him. Held back her tips. Hoarded money. Lied.
A worthless white bitch, his father had explained when they’d buried her deep. A mistake. Women were no damn good, and white women the worst of the bad.
It had been an important lesson to learn.
He eased up to the side window, letting the lay of the kitchen come into his head from the times he’d scouted it. He could hear clanking and clattering. Doing the dishes, he thought, and when he risked a look, he saw-pleased-that she had her back to him as she loaded the dishwasher. Pans stood stacked on the counter, and her hips moved as she sang.
He wondered what it would be like to rape her, then dismissed the idea. Rape was beneath him. Just as she was beneath him. He wouldn’t soil himself with her.