did?â
âHeâs always standing at parade rest.â
âYou donât miss much, do you, Dyson? After he retired from the army, they gave him a management position at the paper mill. They hired him to systematically lay off the workforce so they wouldnât get their hands dirty. He hated doing it, just hated it, but he was used to following orders. He became terribly depressed. It didnât help that since he was the man handing out the pink slips, people held him personally responsible for what was happening. He was the face of the company; people didnât know whom else to blame. When he finished the job, the company fired him, tooâfired him in an e-mail. This is a man whoâs known structure his entire life. Now heâs adrift.â
âIsnât that just too damn bad for Roy?â
âYouâre not a particularly compassionate character, are you, Dyson?â
âCompassion has its downside. For example, it makes you perfectly willing to forgive Roy for abusing his wife.â
âI didnât mean it that way. I meantâitâs hard sometimes knowing what to do.â
âThink so? If Jill were my cousin, Iâd know what to do. Iâd beat the sonuvabitch to death for hitting her, and I wouldnât give a ratâs ass what drove him to it. But as you suggest, Iâm not particularly virtuous.â
âYouâre a violent man.â
âOn the contrary. There are few people as laid-back as I am. I just happen to live in a world where violence is always an option, sometimes the only option. You live in that world now, too, whether you care to admit it or not. Youâre carrying guns into the grocery store tomorrow, arenât you? Tell me, JoEllen, if it all goes bad, if someone gets between you and the door, will you shoot him? Will you take his life just so you can pay your bills? Will you become a killer?â
âWould you?â
âI donât have to make that decision. Iâm not the one going into the grocery store, you are.â
Josie stared into the darkness for a long time without speaking. The moon continued its slow arch across the sky. There were crickets and frogs and the rustling of leaves in the wind, and when she shifted her weight I heard the moan of wooden planks beneath her feet. Finally she turned and moved toward the door of the cabin.
âGood night,â she said.
âSweet dreams.â I didnât mean anything by it, yet the words made her pause just the same.
âThis is only temporary,â Josie said. âJust until things get better.â
I didnât know if she was speaking to me or to herself. A moment later she disappeared inside the cabin.
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
I slept surprisingly well. When I woke, the cabin was filled with activity. Someone said, âWhere the fuck is Dyson?â Skarda and the old man stepped out onto the deck. âThere you are,â Skarda said. I was sitting in a lounge chair; the blanket I had retrieved after Josie went to bed was wrapped around me.
The old man shook his head like he was embarrassed for me. âYou afraid we were gonna jump you in your sleep?â he asked.
I pulled the blanket away with one hand, giving him a good look at the Glock that I held in the other. âThe thought never occurred to me,â I said.
I made my way into the cabin. Roy and Jimmy were talking in hushed tones inside one of the bedrooms. Josie was in the kitchen. She was wearing boots, baggy coveralls, and a sweatshirt; her auburn hair was tucked beneath a baseball cap. She said âGood morningâ in a quiet voice and offered coffee when I approached. I took a sip. It was strong enough to bring a dinosaur to its knees.
âMmmm,â I hummed.
âMost people donât like my coffee,â Josie said.
âWimps,â I said. âTell me, what are you made up for?â
âI donât want witnesses to know