“Or what?”
“Or he’d disarm us… by force if he had to. And take our supplies. And take us to the Walkers anyway.”
“When did he start doing Dave Walker’s dirty work?”
“I think it’s the other way around,” Lisa called out from the truck.
“I think she’s right,” Eva said. “Stems told me that he’s already chased those Spirit Animal men out of the area. He said they won’t be coming back.”
“He sounds a little too confident.”
“He said they were from Detour Lake.”
“I’m not sure I believe that,” I said. “If they were coming in and out of Detour Lake, we’d have seen them.”
“There are always ways around you, Monsieur Baptiste. There are more backroads than you think there are. I don’t think there’s any way to know where those men are. That’s another reason we couldn’t stay where we were. There are too few of us left.”
“Well, there’s not much out this way, Eva. Aiguebelle’s closed its borders. And the bridge is out at Iroquois Falls, from what I hear. Not sure that’s true, though, considering the source.” It wasn’t like I could have any faith in what Gerald Archibald had told me.
Of course, for all I knew Aiguebelle’s border was still open, and Justin was full of shit… more full of shit…
“I’ve heard that, too,” Eva said. “From the Girards.”
I wasn’t sure she even knew what happened to them. “Well, you can still cross at Twin Falls Dam if you’re headed to Temiskaming, but… I wouldn’t recommend the trip.”
“We want to join you. I’m hoping that you’ll consider taking us in. We… we have supplies. And weapons. And quite a bit of ammunition, too.”
“Lisa,” I said, “bring me the keys, will you?”
Lisa climbed out of the truck, slinging the shotgun over her shoulder. She handed me the keys and I began to unlock the gates.
I didn’t bother with the dongle. The alarm had already gone off; we knew they were here.
Two weeks ago I would have done my best to turn the Marchands away. I would have tried to come up with a list of convincing reasons why we shouldn’t have anything to do with people who’d never done much to help us.
But that was before I buried Natalie. And before Eva Marchand had to bury five of her children and grandchildren.
Everything feels different now… there are so few of us left. The anger… what’s happened in the past… it’s all drained out of me. I’m just too damned tired.
I heard ATVs pull up. Justin and Rihanna.
“I can’t promise anything,” I said to Eva, “but I’ll do my best.”
Eva smiled. “Thank you so much, Baptiste.”
“You’re good people” I wasn’t lying. “That’s what counts around here.”
Sara was not happy with me.
“They are not good people,” she said.
Almost every one of us were crowded around the dining room table, Tremblays and Porters included since the ship had sailed on keeping it a secret; the Marchands were waiting up the road, Lisa and Matt keeping an eye on them.
“Good people don’t turn other people away,” Sara said. She stopped for a moment, biting her bottom lip. Then she almost started to laugh. “I know… I’m a hypocrite.”
“You were the one who wanted to have people join us,” I said. “What’s changed?”
“I’m not saying no to the Marchands… I just don’t want us glossing over what they did last winter.”
“So you must hate us, too,” Alain Tremblay said. “That’s good to know.”
I expected the Porters to join in, but Justin and Rihanna just sat silently, listening.
“I don’t hate anyone,” Sara said. “But that doesn’t make what you did okay. I asked for help, and you gave me none. You left us to die.” She turned to look at me. “And honestly, Baptiste, I don’t understand this big turnaround with you.”
“We’d be stronger with them,” I said. “Besides, I’m no better than they are,” I said. “If it had been up to me we wouldn’t have taken anyone in.”
“That’s silly,” Kayla said. “You took us in. That counts for something.”
I realized that I was about to say something that could change a lot of people’s opinion of me. I wasn’t sure it was a good idea to talk about it, but I felt like I should. I felt like I was done holding onto it.
“You don’t understand,” I said. “I wouldn’t have taken anyone in. We had to take Fiona, but after that…”
“Don’t say it like that,” Fiona said. “Like I’m a stupid burden to you.”
“Fiona… you know what I mean. There’s no way I would’ve left you there by the lake. You know I’m glad I found you.” I turned back to Sara; I had to explain. “Graham and I aren’t from here… so we’ve been thrown together from the start. Hell, we’ve been a team since even before The Fires. And when we decided to take Fiona with us, we knew that we were it for her. So when we met you―”
“We didn’t know if we’d find the right place to live,” Graham said. “We didn’t know if we’d be able to get enough food and firewood together to make it through the first winter. So when you guys came to us it felt pretty impossible to add four more mouths to feed.”
“So I said no,” I said. “I told Graham and Fiona that we couldn’t risk everything on a bunch of people we barely knew.”
“So you were really going to let us die?” Kayla asked.
“It’s not like you were helpless. I mean, there were four of you and only three of us. You could have struck out on your own.”
“It wasn’t safe,” Sara said. “You knew that. You knew that we had no way of protecting ourselves. You had all the guns, Baptiste.”
“I’m glad that Fiona and Graham changed my mind. I’m glad we took the risk. But as much as it pisses me off that people turned you away, I understand why they did it. Family comes first, every time.”
“I guess it’s lucky we’re family now,” Sara said. “That’s assuming that we are, and that we’re not just a bunch of strangers hanging around you and Graham and Fiona.”
“That’s not fair,” Fiona said.
“I don’t care,” Sara said. She stood up and left the table. “Do whatever you want with the Marchands. I really don’t care.” She was up the stairs before anyone had a chance to respond.
From there we continued the meeting, no one really taking over as chair, but Graham leading things for the most part.
No one else had a problem with the Marchands; since they had able-bodied people and the supplies to feed and arm them, there was really no reason not to take them in.
The only other thing we discussed at our emergency meeting was how best to move their supplies and equipment from Lillabelle Lake over to our cottages. After some argument, I won out on using the cart for all of it, saving what little diesel we still had left for a real emergency. We’d stick to the back roads, three men in armour, away from Cochrane and well away from Clute. And we’d throw in the Tremblay’s UHF rig and a battery pack for good measure; the Marchands had one in their truck, so there’d be a way to stay in touch the whole distance.
It was a risk, but I felt it was worth it.
We gave Alain Tremblay and Lisa the task of surveying the empty cottages around the lake; I doubt Lisa would have agreed to her partner had she been at the meeting, but she didn’t argue with the decision. For all her bluster, she’s probably the most reliable person we’ve got.
Graham took charge of the supply transport, taking Matt and the skinny Marchand kid on the cart, each one of them fully dressed in riot suit, vest and helmet; we only had the three sets, but either way I doubt we’d have wanted another body taking up space on the trip. Graham assured me that if they saw any signs of gray pickups or painted combat helmets or pretty much anyone at or on the way to the Marchand homestead, they would drop everything and come back home.