calls after me.
âShiloh,â I tell her.
Iâm only halfway up the hill when I hear a car and turn around. Itâs Mrs. Howardâs car, and Davidâs in it. Soon as he sees me he jumps outâitstill moving a littleâand comes running toward me.
âI get to stay here today!â he yells, waving a kite heâs brought with him. âEveryone else is going to Parkersburg and I didnât want to go.â
I look over to where Ma and Mrs. Howard are talking, see Ma nodding her head. I get lonely sometimes up at our house, but today I want to be with that loneliness. Donât want to talk to Dara Lynn, to Becky, to Dad, or even to Ma. If we had a telephone, Iâd be calling Doc Murphy every hour. As it is, I have to wait till Dad comes home from work before I can find out about Shiloh. Canât go down there pesterinâ Doc, him with patients to see.
âWhat do you want to do?â I ask David, trying to dig up the least little bit of enthusiasm. David and I are in the same grade, even though heâs taller and heavier and looks like junior high already.
âTry out this kite over in your meadow,â he says.
I lead him around the long way, away from Shilohâs pen, and he doesnât even notice because heâs unwrapping his kite, made of silk or something, which one of his relatives brought him.
We stand out in the meadow flying the kite, and I watch the blue-and-yellow-and-green tail whipping around in the breeze, and Iâm thinkingabout Shilohâs tail, the way it wags. You get a dog on your mind, it seems to fill up the whole space. Everything you do reminds you of that dog.
When we bring the kite down later, though, David sees a groundhog, and next thing you know heâs after itâthe groundhog zigzagging this way and that, David yelling like crazy.
âIâm taking your kite back down to the house, David,â I yell when I see him getting near Shilohâs pen.
He goes on running and yelling.
âIâm going to get me a handful of soda crackers. You want to make some peanut-butter-cracker sandwiches?â I call out, trying to get him to follow.
And then his yelling stops. âHey!â he says.
I know heâs found the pen, and I walk over.
âWhatâs this?â David asks. He looks at the blood on the ground. âHey! What happened here?â
I go over and yank his arm and make him sit down. Heâs looking at me bug-eyed.
âYou listen to me, David Howard,â I say. Whenever I say âDavid Howard,â he knows itâs serious. Only did it twice in my lifeâonce when he sat on the paper flowerpot Iâd made for Ma at school, and once when he saw me with my pants down in the bathroom. That really made me mad.
But today Iâm not mad, Iâm serious: âSomethingawful and terrible happened in there, David, and if you ever tell anyone, even your ma and dad, may Jesus make you blind.â
Thatâs the kind of talk my folks canât stand, but I got it from Grandma Preston herself. Ma says Jesus donât go around making anyone blind, but Grandma Preston always used it as a warning and she went to church Sunday morning and evening both.
Davidâs eyes about to pop out of his head. â What ?â he asks again.
âYou know Judd Travers?â
âHe was murdered ?â
âNo. But you know the way heâs mean to his dogs?â
âHe killed one of his dogs in there?â
â No. Let me tell it, David. You know how heâs missing a dog?â
âYeah?â
âWell, it come up here on its own and I let him stay. I built him a pen and kept him secret and named him Shiloh.â
David stares at me, then at the blood in the pen, then back at me again.
âLast night,â I tell him, âBakersâ German shepherd jumped the fence and tore him up. We took Shiloh to Doc Murphy, and Judd donât know.â
Davidâs