The bodies started when they turned onto Main Street. There was ditch that ran along one side of the road. It had been filled with corpses, as if someone had come by with a snowplow and shoved them all in. They were mostly men, but Matt could see a woman's delicate hand, covered in blood and torn flesh, sticking up between two faces. A disembodied head crowned the pile; one ear had been chewed away. Matt thought it must have been Ezekiel Vetch.
There was no way to tell how many people had died, how many homes destroyed. Matt knew how many more would be gone if his plan didn't work. All of them.
He didn't dare look over at Mouse as they came up Main Street. He didn't want to see the hate burning in her eyes. And he didn't want to give her the chance to explode at him, to break away and give up what they had planned.
They stopped when they reached the front door of the general store. Mouse stood absolutely still, looking at the building with hate so strong he thought it might knock down the structure on its own. Then she called out in a cool, clear voice.
"Orfamay Vetch, or whoever now leads the Vetch family if Orfamay is dead, this is Mary Elizabeth Gilhoolie. I stand here under the white flag of truce and ask for parlay."
For a long moment nothing happened. Maybe all the Vetches are dead , Matt thought. Maybe this war is already over.
Finally the front door cracked open. Matt saw a flash of eyeball behind it, and then the door swung all the way. Orfamay stepped out onto the porch. Her bonnet had been replaced with a soiled, bloody bandage that wound around her head. Her right hand was gone, another dirty bandage wrapped around the stump where it had been.
"You here to beg for brother Vern's life?" Orfamay croaked. "If so, that flag's a waste of a white sheet that could have been used for bandages."
"Vern?" Mouse said.
Orfamay moved out of the way and the giant stepped out next to her. In his left hand he held up what Matt first thought was a heap of dirty rags and used bandages. Only when he shook it and the bundle let out a moan did Matt realize it was Vern Gilhoolie.
Vern's face had been pounded so long and so hard that even the strong Gilhoolie genes couldn't make the features look like anything but heaps of ground meat. His hair had been torn out with such force pieces of his scalp were missing. His fingers were smashed and twisted beyond recognition; there were nail holes through his feet.
"You bitch," Mouse said. "I should kill you."
"Should have done that first, sweetie," Orfamay said. "Someone takes off my hand, I just get mad."
Matt could feel Mouse moving toward the door, drawn by a force of hate stronger than gravity. If he couldn't pull her back, the fighting would start all over again. And never stop until they were all dead.
"We're here under the flag of truce, and with your girl as evidence of our good intentions," Matt said. That was supposed to be Mouse's line, but she didn't seem capable of saying the words just yet.
"Am I supposed to swoon away in a fit of gratitude?" Orfamay said. "That cow has been tainted by Gilhoolie flesh."
"We could have fucked her to death with this axe and sent her back in pieces," Mouse said. "If that's what you want, we can do it right here in the road."
"Big tongue for such a little mouth," Orfamay said. "Especially when there are fifty Vetches still in fighting fit ready to take you out right now."
Matt could see movement behind her in the store. He couldn't count the bodies, but there were a lot of them, and they were straining to come out.
There was a bang from across the street. Matt turned to see that the diner doors had been thrown open and dozens of Gilhoolies were spilling into the street.
The war was about to start again.
CHAPTER TWENTY
"The truce still holds," Matt said sharply, before the assembled Gilhoolies could start across the street. "For both sides."
"For the moment," Orfamay said. "But all this parlay wears me out. You got something to say, say it fast."
Mouse took a deep breath and held it. Matt waited. This was the moment everything depended on.
"Orfamay Vetch," Mouse said, then broke off.
"You get ten more seconds, girl," Orfamay says. "Then I tell Tiny here to start breaking off one of your brother's fingers for every second you make me wait."
The giant grinned at that.
"Orfamay Vetch," Mouse said, and this time the words came tumbling out. "Since my brother is a prisoner, I am the acting head of all the Gilhoolies and the Hogginses, too. And in that role, to you and to all the Vetches and Runcibles who are now or who ever have been, I have come to apologize for all the harm we have ever done you."
There were gasps from inside the store. Across the street, a confused muttering arouse, as Gilhoolies tried to determine if they'd heard what they thought they did.
Orfamay peered at her closely, as if looking for evidence of trickery. "Am I supposed to fall down in gratitude for those words, girl?" she said finally. "And then let you stick a knife in my ribs when I'm down on the ground."
"I don't give a fuck what you do," Mouse said. "I've said what my family needed to say. And now we're done fighting forever. You can do whatever you want. We're out."
Now the confusion from the other side of the street was gone. In its place was an angry murmur. Mouse whirled around to face her relatives. "We've lost too much for too long," she shouted to them. "We are done. Now one of you get up there and cut my cousin's body down. He's going to have a proper funeral."
Mouse started to walk back across the street. Orfamay's hand shot out and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her back. "You think you can just stop this feud all on your own?" she hissed. "Blood goes back generations."
"And ends with this one," Mouse said.
"You think this pathetic excuse for a lawgiver's going to protect you, he's the first one going down," Orfamay said.
"He's not our lawgiver," Mouse said. "There's only one law for the Gilhoolies from here out. No more fighting."
Orfamay studied her carefully. "It's not going to work."
"I told you, there's nothing to work or not work," Mouse said. "It just is."
Matt felt a swelling of pride. This girl, or this woman who was stuck in a girl's body, had just stood up to endless years of bloody tradition. And he had led to her this point. Killing Joan had been nothing compared to this.
"Almost," Orfamay said, a thoughtful tone creeping into her voice. "It's almost enough."
"I don't have anything more to give," Mouse said.
"This fight didn't start between families," Orfamay said. "It was a cause between two individuals, one Vetch and one Gilhoolie, over a piece of land. The others were all dragged in. We need to finish this the way it started. Then it can end."
Mouse froze, then turned back to Orfamay. "The two family leaders?" she said. "We fight it out, and then everyone else is out forever."
Orfamay chuckled and held up the stump where her hand used to be. "I'm not at full strength, girl. Neither is your leader." She gave the giant a sign, and he dropped Vern to the ground in a heap. "We each choose our champion."
Mouse looked uncertain. "And then it's over? Whoever wins?"
"And then it's over." Orfamay raised her voice so she could be heard by everyone in the store and on the street. "Whoever wins, the fight is over."
Mouse looked at Matt, but turned back before he could offer his opinion. "I'll fight for our side."
Orfamay broke into a wide grin. "And my petite nephew will fight for ours."
The giant held up his hands as if the victory was already his.
Mouse paled. Matt pulled her aside. "You can't do this," he hissed. "You'll be killed."