here.â
Amalie nodded. She stood up.
âWhere to?â said Chappie. âThere are lots of possibilities.â
Du Pré thought.
âTake her to Bartâs, tell Pidgeon what is going on,â he said.
The old woman went off walking strongly between the two maimed young men.
Du Pré went back in the house.
âGet the kids, tell them people are coming looking for Amalie,â said Du Pré.
Madelaine and Jacqueline nodded.
âFederal people. That was Benny,â said Du Pré.
âOK,â said Jacqueline, âthey donât say anything, I tell them they will take her away. â¦â
âI go after the girls,â said Madelaine. âThey are not gone too long.â
âWhere are you, Du Pré?â said Jacqueline.
âI go the saloon,â said Du Pré, âbe helpful.â
Chapter 13
âBENNY SAID THEY WERE definitely looking for you,â said Susan Klein. âAmalieâs granddaughter had one of your CDs with your handsome face right on it. âThatâs him,â she said.â
Du Pré nodded, and he drank the last of his ditchwater highball. Susan made him another.
âSo,â she said, âwhat theyâre mad about is this: a hundred-and-two-year-old woman made it across our well-protected border. The Canadians, though not pleased, are delighted that Homeland Security of the good old U S of A looks like the jackasses they are. Theyâre making noises about the awful abduction of one of their citizens, an ancient woman at that, but one doubts their hearts are in it.â
Du Pré nodded.
âSo whatâre you gonna do?â said Susan.
Du Pré shrugged.
âIâve known you a long time,â said Susan, âand youâve got a bad temper, Du Pré, so as a friend, I ask you donât kill no more of them than you absolutely have to. â¦â
â Any more of them,â said Du Pré. âYou used, teach school, you know.â
âIâm trying to forget,â said Susan.
âAmalie Montagne, she is here because she wants, be here,â said Du Pré. âLong time gone, many Métis were killed, she was there, she wants justice, she wants them to sleep. â¦â
Susan looked at him.
â1910,â said Du Pré. âSomewhere out there, thirty-two people are buried.â
âMadelaine told me,â said Susan, âand I know the old lady wants to do right. Thing is, these bozos who are looking for you now, they work for our government, which, since that Patriot Act was passed, throws people in jail and forgets about them. â¦â
Du Pré nodded.
âWhich I would hate to see happen to you,â said Susan.
Du Pré shrugged.
âI donât think so,â he said.
The television screen above the bar showed burning vehicles and shouting people, bodies covered in sheets, a man weeping as he stood near one of them.
âItâs a good thing that bat-eared nitwit wasnât president when Pearl Harbor happened,â said Susan. âHeâd have invaded China .â¦â
The door opened and little Colette came in, the youngest of Raymond and Jaquelineâs brood.
She smiled as she walked across the floor. She climbed up on a stool. âI am here, protect you, Granpère,â she said.
âGood,â said Du Pré, âI wonât worry then. â¦â
âUs kids love Amalie,â said Colette, âthese people, want, take her away. â¦â
âYes,â said Du Pré.
âBut they will not,â said Colette.
Susan Klein put a glass of pop in front of Colette. The little girl sipped some, and she ate a couple of peanuts.
The door opened and four beefy men came in, all in slacks and open-necked shirts and blue windbreakers, government issue. One of them looked at a CD in his hand, nodded, and nodded to his companions.
âGabriel Du Pré,â he said, âwe have some questions