"No."
"You are one contrary cuss, now ain't you?" Deeter said.
"No, I just ain't seen no pregnant girl come through, much less three of them."
"I think you must be lyin'."
"And what right do you have to say that to me?"
"This," Deeter told him, yanking his Bowie knife from its sheathe and plunging it into the banjo player's throat.
Duffy said, "Well, we're back in it now," and stuck a hand out. He grabbed hold of the three-eyed gal as she came through the door and drew her close, kissing her hard on the lips while she tried to yell.
"Looks like the picnic's over, folks," Deeter said as the rest of the folk screamed and cried out, and the catfish hit the floor, "and the ruckus is about to start." He reached over to grab the last bag of hog cracklins but some fat old boy wouldn't let them go, so taken with the sight of the dead banjo player he was. Deeter picked up the shotgun and blasted the chubby coot through the gizzard, and then the Ferris boys stepped outside into the cool rain and leaned against the porch railing wondering which girl to go after now.
Like Brother Jester had said, at least they were good for murder.
Chapter 22
Hellboy heard the shouts and shrieking and ran up to the house where the band had been playing. People poured out into the road. The party lights gave off a sickly blue, red, and green cast in the swamp. The moon crawled out from cover and then slid back in.
Up on the veranda, two yahoos were terrorizing a woman who looked like she had a third eye in the middle of her forehead. A fiddle player had been caught in the corner and couldn't decide whether he should run and jump the rail or just stand there cowering. A woman with no limbs inchwormed along down the stairs and Hellboy gestured for the fiddler to follow. He clutched his bow to his chest and ran.
Hellboy got up on the first step and saw the dead man lying on the floor inside, blood still bubbling from his mouth. And beside him was another catfish.
Always back to the catfish.
There wasn't any cool way to say it, so he just let it rip. "Okay, you two creeps, let the girl go."
It sounded even dumber than he'd been expecting.
One of the mooks waved a shotgun around without really pointing it and said,"Hellfire, son, I s'pect your mama drank herself more than a jug of poisoned moon in her time."
The other said, "And ate herself too much fried goat, I'm thinkin'. Now, you git on away from us, big fella."
"So let me guess. You're the Ferris brothers?"
"That's right, I'm Deeter and this is Duffy, and we're lookin' for Sarah."
"Why?" Hellboy asked.
That stopped the brothers. They looked at each other unsure of how to answer. They still didn't quite understand what the hell Jester wanted with her.
So Deeter just said, "That ain't none'a your concern now, friend. You get on with your evenin' and we'll get on with ours. Yours is waitin' for you down the creek."
Hellboy glanced at the water rolling onward. "That where this Jester is?"
"He most sure and truly is, and he's talkin' to God or the dead or maybe he's floatin' two three feet offa the ground, but he surely is waitin' on you."
"Terrific."
Nodding, Hellboy figured one good punch and he could bring half the porch roof down on these two mooks, but he was afraid the girl might be hurt in the process. He couldn't leave her to them, and finesse wasn't exactly his strong suit. He had to keep these two talking and was about to ask another question, find out what this Jester was really all about, when the woman smiled at him and shook her head.
"You don't have to worry about me," she said. "They won't hurt me or anyone else."
Duffy said,"Darlin', much as I like gazin' into them three limpid pools of yours, you givin' this good ole boy here some bad advice all around."
The woman stared at Hellboy, ignoring the Ferris brothers. "Trust me, I've had a prophetic flash and already seen how this is going to end. That's my gift. Leave them to me for the time being. You've got your own trial awaiting you."
"I think that's enough out of you," Duffy said, and got out Mrs. Hoopkins's cutting knife and tapped her on the cheek with it. "Say no more or your bloodlettin' begins."
"You're going to croak and scream."
"You done tole me that already tonight. I just gotta say, this was one fine hootenanny until you had to go and spoil it with all that strange talk. Can't a good ole boy just kick up his heels and have himself a plate of greens without so much bother?"
Hellboy had met precognitives before, and she had the same sense of calm that the others had, who had learned to accept the inevitable. On a couple of different occasions, in Brazil and the Himalayas, he'd tried to change the course of events and soon found that he'd played into the hand of fate, directly bringing about what he'd been trying to alter.
It still went against his gut, doing nothing, but he'd gleaned a thing or two about believing in others who might know more than he did.
He nodded to her and she nodded back and said, "Your true heart is your strength, remember that."
"Sure," he told her and turned toward the green darkness.
"You see yourself drawin' your own last breath?" Duffy asked the three-eyed lady, genuinely curious.'"Cause I'm a figuring that ain't much of a gift, knowing your own ending. Which way you get it, in the chest?" Tapping her over the heart with the cutting blade. "Or the belly?" Moving the knife down her chest to her stomach. The excitement lit his eyes.
"Neither."
"I was always partial to the neck," Deeter put in. "Plenty of gushin' but it's over early, and if you sidestep quick enough you don't get no thin' on your clothes. Oh, and don't forget to ask her where this Sarah is."
"That's right," Duffy said, now that he'd been reminded. "Where's this pregnant girl Sarah? Your extra peeper see where she's currently at?"
"As a matter of fact, it does."
"Where then?"
"I won't tell you."
"You don't tell me then you gonna die screamin' and croakin'." Duffy let out a laugh at that, feeling glad that he'd finally had the chance to turn around some of that spooky talk she'd been giving him.
"I'll take you to her," the three-eyed woman said, gazing deeply at the beautiful Ferris boys, and then far beyond them.
"Stay close to the woods," Deeter said. "I hear lots of whisperin' out there. We run into anyone, and we gonna let loose a lot more blood."
Hellboy wandered down the creek and got turned around in the dark. The water ran on his right but, somehow, after he moved around a loblolly bush and got caught in some briar, the creek was suddenly on his left, or at least sounded like it.
He turned and saw the lights of town still burning behind him. He hoped this wasn't another game like with Granny Lewt's shack just moving around and the swamp coming with her. He wondered if the best course of action wouldn't be to start calling for Jester and see if the guy actually answered.
Sometimes you just wanted to ask some troublemaker, Exactly what the hell is your problem, buddy?
Stray flickers of lightning lit the far-off skies. Above, the moon continued to claw through the clouds. Hellboy smelled the fragrance of night-blooming flowers. He raised his stone fist and wondered what Jester's shadows had discovered about him, through his own dreams.
Did they know things he didn't know himself? The rain covered his hand and dripped off. He called into the night, "All right already! Come on, let's get to it!"
Only silence except for the slap of the creek and the bull gators roaring; in the distance.
When there was no response he wheeled back through the thistles, found out exactly where the creek was, and eventually made his way back to the village. Maybe it was a setup and he'd been lured away on purpose. He moved fast, shouldering aside the brush, keeping his eye on those colorful lights.