"It couldn't hurt, I guess," Karyn said. She led the way into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed while Dr. Volkmann took her temperature and blood pressure, counted her pulse, and talked quietly about nothing in particular. Roy remained in the living room with Oriole.
Volkmann smiled at her. "Well, young lady, there doesn't seem to be anything seriously wrong."
"I didn't think there would be," she said, "but it's always reassuring to hear it from a doctor. The whole thing was a case of nerves brought on by something that happened today."
"Your husband told me what happened." Volkmann fished in his bag and brought out two small pill bottles. "One of these is a mild sedative and the other a tranquilizer. I want you to take one of the little white pills after meals and one of the pink capsules before going to bed at night. Will you do that?"
Karyn repeated the instructions.
"Good." Volkmann went into the bathroom and came back with a glass of water. He shook one of the pink capsules from the bottle into her hand. "Take this now, and you should get a good night's sleep."
Karyn swallowed the capsule with water.
"If you run out of the medication, come and see me," Volkmann said. "However, I think you'll be feeling much better by that time. Much better, more relaxed, no problems."
"Thank you, Doctor," Karyn said. She sighed deeply, then returned his smile.
"My house is the brown one on the first road this side of the Jolivets' store. Drop in any time."
"I may do that," Karyn said.
"Goodnight, Mrs. Beatty." Dr. Volkmann snapped off the light and went back into the living room. He left the door slightly ajar.
Roy broke off his conversation and turned to the doctor. "How is she?"
"A slight nervous condition," Volkmann said, "aggravated by her experience in the forest today. I left her some mild medication. The best thing now is rest and quiet and living a normal life."
"Would it help if I took her away from Drago?" Roy asked.
Volkmann pursed his lips. "I don't think so. It would only make your wife feel she's being treated like an invalid. This is probably as good a place for her as any."
"Then there's nothing… seriously wrong with Karyn?"
"Not that I could determine from a very superficial examination. If there are problems, bring her in to see me. I don't think there will be."
"Thank you, Doctor. It was good of you to come out."
"Not at all. I enjoy meeting any new people in the community. We get so few."
"So I understand."
Volkmann shook his head sadly. "Yes, like so many small towns, I fear Drago is dying."
Oriole spoke up. "Bill Volkmann, if you start talking all gloomy like that you'll talk Roy and Karyn right out of Drago."
The doctor gave a soft laugh. "As long as we have people with your spirit, Oriole, the town will be all right."
"How much do I owe you, Doctor?" Roy said.
"Let me see… twenty-five dollars will cover it, but there's no hurry."
Roy went to the desk and pulled out a checkbook. "I come from a family of compulsive bill payers, so I'd just as soon keep us even from the start."
Volkmann smiled. "It would be foolish of me to argue with that."
After Roy had driven the doctor and Oriole back to town he hurried home to find Karyn sleeping peacefully. Her breathing was deep and regular, her color good. Roy leaned down and kissed her cheek softly, relieved.
A few minutes later he was very glad that she was asleep. Because in sleep she could not hear what he heard off somewhere in the night. The howling.
Chapter Eleven
The pills that Dr. Volkmann left did wonders for Karyn's nerves over the next two days. The grisly discovery in the woods seemed little more than a bad dream now.
Roy stayed close to her and was very attentive. Karyn kept telling him she was really all right, but she could see in his eyes that he was not convinced.
On the second day Roy drove over to Pinyon and came back with a shotgun.
"What's that for?" Karyn asked.
"It's a confidence builder," Roy said. "So you'll know you have a weapon in the house when I'm not here."
"But I've never fired a gun in my life."
"This one's very simple to operate. I can show you how in a few minutes."
They went out to a clearing in the woods and Roy set up a cardboard box for a target. He paced off twenty feet.
"No point in worrying about hitting anything farther away than this," he said.
The gun was a lightweight, single-barrel, 12-gauge model. Roy showed Karyn how to hold it and load it and finally how to pull back the hammer and fire. The first time it jolted her shoulder and the shot spattered up into the trees. Roy had her change her stance, and after that it was not so bad.
It took several more shots before she learned not to flinch when the gun went off, and even then she was still hitting the dirt a foot or so to the right of the box.
"You're jerking the barrel over when you pull the trigger," Roy said. "Squeeze it gently."
To Karyn the whole business seemed foolish, but if Roy had gone to all the trouble of getting the gun for her, the least she could do was go along with him. She followed his directions and soon was hitting the target.
The next day Roy drove into Drago for the mail and came back muttering to himself.
"Something the matter?" Karyn asked.
"They've got trouble at the office. Somebody turned up a bunch of errors in a set of weapons-system books we did, and there's a man from the Department of Defense coming in this afternoon for explanations."
"Will you have to be there?"
"I'm afraid so. It will probably be a late session tonight, and I may have to go back in tomorrow."
"It would be silly for you to drive all the way back here, Karyn said. "Why don't you stay overnight in Los Angeles and come home tomorrow when you've finished?"
"You're sure you'll be all right?"
"I'm sure. Anyway, I have your blunderbuss to deal with anything that goes bump in the night."
After several more assurances from Karyn, Roy gathered his things quickly and drove off for the city.
With Roy gone, Karyn suddenly felt the emptiness and the isolation of the house. Although she was already ahead of schedule, she went to the bathroom and took another of Dr. Volkmann's tranquilizers.
About noon there was a knock on the door. Karyn opened it and found a young couple standing outside. They were dressed in hiking clothes. The boy carried a backpack and had one arm around the girl, supporting her.
"I wonder if we could use your phone?" the boy said. "My friend's had a fall and hurt her ankle."
"We left our van parked down in the village," the girl said.
"I'm sorry," Karyn said, "I don't have a phone. My car isn't here either, so I can't offer you a ride in. How bad is the ankle?"
"It's just a slight sprain from the looks of it," the boy said, "but it's too painful to walk on unless it's wrapped up."
"I lost the first-aid kit with my pack when I fell," the girl said. "We probably should have stayed on the easy trail up the mountain, but I wanted to try the hard way."
"Come inside," Karyn said. "I have some bandages and things."
"We'd appreciate it," the boy said. "This one doesn't look very heavy, but I don't think I could carry her much farther."
The girl made a face at him as he lifted her gently and carried her inside to the sofa.
The young couple introduced themselves as Neal Edwards and Pam Sealander. They lived together in Santa Barbara and often went backpacking in these mountains. They were a bright, attractive pair, and Karyn felt refreshed by their company.
Karyn found a package of Epsom salts with the medical supplies, and prepared a solution in a deep basin.
"Soak your foot in this," she told Pam, "and the swelling is supposed to go down. Don't ask me why, but it works."