patronizing you, and when you see the rate, youâre still going to wince and Iâm stillgoing to make money. But you might not have to drop any classes to ease your mind.â
âYouâll drive up there? Itâs almost to Canada.â
âIf I need to. But he was seen in the valley, so Iâll ask around here first. You found me through Sam, you said.â
She nodded.
âDoes he know you were coming into Bridger to see me?â
âNo. That night he pointed you out to me in the bar, he talked about a couple scrapes you two got into. He pulled his shirt out and showed me where heâd taken a bullet for you.â
âNot exactly, but thatâs Sam for you.â
âHe told me what you did, about the studio . . . this other business. He said you were going through a rough time. I think he had the idea of hooking us up.â
âThatâs Sam for you, too. The reason I ask is that there might be a time when I want to bring him into our confidence. Actually, that will be today. Sam knows everyone in the valley. Is that going to be a problem?â
âI donât see why.â
âOkay, letâs go back to last Thursday. You said the man looked Indian. What does that mean? That his face was Indian, his hair in a braid?â
âHis hair wasnât that long, maybe down to the top of his shoulders. His skin was darker than mine, but then Iâm very light. It was more his posture that made me notice.â She dropped her chin to her throat, crossed her arms over her chest. âLike this. Heâd stand this way when he was around people like my father, authority figures. Present a shell when uneasy is what he really was.â
âHow was he dressed?â
âJeans, I think. Some kind of shirt, long sleeves. Not tucked in. I remember that because it hung below his jacket and the jacket was short and didnât have sleeves.â
âLike a vest.â
She shrugged. âIt was a dark color and looked bulky. Oversized. John always wore hand-me-downs, clothes that were too big for him. I think he had a cousin somewhere who was older. I know somebody sent packages of clothes to his aunt.
âUh-huh.â Sean picked up a pencil. He took down some personal information, her address, two phone numbers, a cell and a landline, the mention of which made him raise his eyes. In his experience, the only young people you could reach on landlines lived off the grid on ranches. She said the landlord of the trailer park where she stayed paid for a communal phone because cell reception was hit-and-miss. You could dial out on the landline and you could call that number, but unless someone walking by heard it ringing and that person was willing to walk down the road and knock on your door, you couldnât be reached. Which didnât surprise Sean. Unreliable communication was one cost of doing business in Montana. He initialed some changes on a contract and she signed on the line. She stood and pulled her knife from the wood and pocketed it, and was reaching for the arrowheads when Seanâs hand stopped her.
âLet me have the one the bartender gave you, just for a couple days. I promise Iâll return it.â
He saw her reluctance.
âI promise.â
She relented, nodding. She tucked the chain with the capped arrowhead under her shirt. âGood fishing,â she said, turning to leave.
âWhat makes you think Iâm going fishing?â
âSam said you never go anywhere without getting your fly wet.â
Sean laughed softly. âI suppose thatâs one way to put it. And the Blackfeet Reservation does have some very good lakes. But if I drive up there, I promise I wonât play hooky on your dollar.â
âSam said that, too. He said you were trustworthy, that you were a manâhow did he put it? Someone who would manage to step intoshit even if there was only one horse in the pasture. I think he meant