Rover. âYou might get one of them instead.â
âDrat,â said Mondry. âI guess Iâll have to stay well.â
We spent the day driving back roads and walking paths through reservation areas.
âI thought you were mad at the environmentalists and the conservationists,â said Mondry as we stood on a sandy trail beneath tall trees and admired a brook that tumbled over rocks at our feet, then disappeared beyond a grassy embankment. âI could have sworn that you dunked one of them in the Atlantic Ocean just yesterday.â
âIf I could afford it,â I said, âIâd buy this whole island and keep as much as I could looking just like this. But I wouldnât keep people locked away from it. Every beach would be public, and I wouldnât keep people from hunting and fishing and blueberry picking and doing the things theyâve always done on the land.â
He jabbed the needle. âHow about lumberjacking and building gas stations and more houses?â
âThey farm trees in a lot of places,â I said. âThey could probably farm them here, too. You plant them and grow them and cut them down and plant new ones, so you always have the trees you need. The same goes for shell-fishing. If I owned the place, Iâd have shellfishing farms in some of the ponds. As far as the houses are concerned, everybody wants to be the last person to own here, butactually thereâs a lot of room on this island for more houses. The problem is that Iâm not so sure thereâs enough water for too many more people. I guess Iâd go for individual homes, but not for developments.â
âNo constraints?â
I donât like constraints. âNo more than need be,â I said.
âWhat about those gas stations? What about more people coming every year and more cars coming and all that stuff I keep hearing about?â
âWhen I own the island, there wonât be any more of that stuff.â
âHow about since you donât own the island?â
One reason Iâd given up being a cop and come to the Vineyard to live a quiet life was because Iâd grown tired of trying and failing to make the world a better place. Iâd decided to get away from societyâs problems, but like the guy says, there is no âaway.â
âHow should I know?â I now said. âYou donât let go, do you?â
âI donât get paid to give up,â he said, and I knew then that he would, indeed, be telephoning Zee to invite her to lunch.
We walked on along the trail with Joshua out of his backpack and in my arms, sucking on a bottle.
âAre there roads into these places where weâve been walking? If there arenât, I donât know how we could do location work in them, even though theyâre beautiful.â
âThere are old roads all over this island, and the conservation groups that own these places always need money. If you offer them enough and can convince them that you can get your trucks or whatever in and out without damaging things, you might be able to make a deal.â
âCan you put me in touch with the people in charge?â
What an irony. Me contacting the very people whose policies I had criticized so often in the past.
âI can do that,â I said.
His smile revealed his awareness of the contrast between my feelings and my promise of action. âYou donât mind being a go-between for me and your enemies?â
It is a truism that we judge groups we donât belong to by their least desirable characteristics, and hold their most extreme members as being typical of their fellows. I wasnât immune to such stupidity, but I tried to fight it.
âI donât mind,â I said. âBesides, theyâre not my enemies.â
âNot even Lawrence Ingalls?â
âEvery group has its jerks,â I said. âHeâs theirs. Iâll talk to some other people, but
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