Black Hills
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“No, I didn’t see any signs of wolves near there. It’s the cougar’s habitat, and they’d leave her alone. It wasn’t an animal who killed her.”
“Lil, you saw what I saw.”
“Yeah.” It was etched in her mind. “That was after. They fed after. But the blood on the tree, it was high, and there weren’t any cat tracks there. No tracks until a good ten yards off. I think someone killed her, Coop. Killed her and left her there. Then the animals got at her.”
“Either way, she’s dead. We have to get back.”
When the trail opened enough, they spurred to a gallop.
***
HER FATHER GAVE them whiskey, just a swallow each. It burned straight down to the sickness in her belly. By the time the police arrived, the idea of being sick had passed.
“I marked the trail.” She sat with Coop and her parents and a county deputy named Bates. She used the map he’d brought, highlighting the route.
“Is that the way you went?”
“No, we took scenic.” She showed him. “We weren’t in a hurry. We came back this way. I saw the blood on the tree here.” She made a mark on the map. “Drag marks, more blood. A lot probably washed away in the rain, but there was enough cover so you can see there’s blood. Whoever killed her did it there, at the tree, because the blood’s a good five feet up-close to five and a half, I’d say. Then he dragged her off the trail to about here. That’s where the cougar found her. She must’ve dragged her from there, to better cover.”
He made notes, nodded. He had a weathered and quiet look about him, almost soothing.
“Any reason you think she was murdered, Miss Chance? What you’re describing sounds like a cougar attack.”
“When’s the last time we had a cougar attack a person around here?” Lil demanded.
“It happens.”
“Cats go for the throat.” Bates shifted his gaze to Coop. “Isn’t that right, Lil?”
“Yeah, their typical kill method is the neck bite. It takes the prey down, often breaking the neck. Quick and clean.”
“You rip out somebody’s throat, there’s going to be all kinds of blood. It’d gush, wouldn’t it? This was more like a smear. It wasn’t… spatter.”
Bates lifted his eyebrows. “So, we’ve got a cougar expert and a forensic specialist.” He smiled when he said it, kept the remark friendly. “I appreciate the input. We’ll be going up, and we’ll look into all that.”
“You’ll have to do an autopsy, determine cause of death.”
“That’s right,” Bates said to Coop. “If it was a cougar attack, we’ll handle it. If it wasn’t, we’ll handle that. Don’t worry.”
“Lil said it wasn’t a cougar that killed her. So it wasn’t.”
“Has a woman gone missing? In the last few days?” Lil asked.
“Might be.” Bates rose. “We’ll head on up now. I’m going to want to talk to you again.”
Lil sat silent until Bates went out to mount up with his two-man team. “He thinks we’re wrong. That we saw what was left of a mule deer or something and got spooked.”
“He’ll find out different soon.”
“You didn’t tell him you were leaving in the morning.”
“I can take another day. They should know who she is and what happened to her in another day. Maybe two.”
“Can you eat?” Jenna asked.
When Lil shook her head, Jenna wrapped an arm around her, stroking when Lil turned her face to her mother’s breast. “It was awful. So awful. To be left like that. To be nothing but meat.”
“Let’s go up for a while. I’m going to draw you a hot bath. Come on with me.”
Joe waited, then got up and poured two mugs of coffee. He sat, looked Coop in the eye. “You took care of my girl today. She can take care of herself, I know that’s true, most ways, most times. But I know you saw to her today. You got her back here. I won’t forget it.”
“I didn’t want her to see it. I’ve never seen anything like it, and hope I never do again. But I couldn’t stop her from seeing it.”
Joe nodded. “You did what you could, and that’s enough. I’m going to ask you for something, Cooper. I have to ask that you don’t make her any promises you’re not sure you can keep. She can take care of herself, my girl, but I don’t want her holding on to a promise that has to be broken.”
Coop stared into the coffee. “I don’t know what I could promise her. I’ve got enough to rent an apartment, as long as it’s cheap, for a few months. I’ve got to try to make the grade at the academy. Even if I do, a cop doesn’t make a lot. I come into some money when I’m twenty-one. A trust fund thing. I get more when I’m twenty-five, then thirty, and like that. My father can tie it up some, and he threatened to, until I’m forty.”
Joe smiled a little. “And that’s worlds away.”
“Well, I’ll be living pretty thin for a while, but I’m okay with that.” He looked up again, met Joe’s eyes. “I can’t ask her to come to New York. I thought about it, a lot. I can’t give her anything there, and I’d be taking away what she wants. I’ve got no promises to give her. It’s not because she doesn’t matter.”
“No, I’d say it’s because she does. That’s enough for me. You’ve had a hell of a day, haven’t you?”
“I feel like pieces of me are coming apart. I don’t know how they’re going to go together again. She wanted to see the cougar-for us to see it together. For luck. It doesn’t feel like we have any right now. And whoever that is up there, she had it a lot worse.”
HER NAME WAS Melinda Barrett. She’d been twenty when she’d set out to hike the Black Hills, a treat for herself for the summer. She was from Oregon. A student, a daughter, a sister. She’d wanted to be a ranger.
Her parents had reported her missing the same day she’d been found, because she’d been two days late checking in.
Before the cougar had gotten to her, someone had fractured her skull, then stabbed her violently enough to nick her ribs with the blade. Her pack, her watch, the compass her father had given her, the one his father had given him, weren’t found.
“Lil, you saw what I saw.”
“Yeah.” It was etched in her mind. “That was after. They fed after. But the blood on the tree, it was high, and there weren’t any cat tracks there. No tracks until a good ten yards off. I think someone killed her, Coop. Killed her and left her there. Then the animals got at her.”
“Either way, she’s dead. We have to get back.”
When the trail opened enough, they spurred to a gallop.
***
HER FATHER GAVE them whiskey, just a swallow each. It burned straight down to the sickness in her belly. By the time the police arrived, the idea of being sick had passed.
“I marked the trail.” She sat with Coop and her parents and a county deputy named Bates. She used the map he’d brought, highlighting the route.
“Is that the way you went?”
“No, we took scenic.” She showed him. “We weren’t in a hurry. We came back this way. I saw the blood on the tree here.” She made a mark on the map. “Drag marks, more blood. A lot probably washed away in the rain, but there was enough cover so you can see there’s blood. Whoever killed her did it there, at the tree, because the blood’s a good five feet up-close to five and a half, I’d say. Then he dragged her off the trail to about here. That’s where the cougar found her. She must’ve dragged her from there, to better cover.”
He made notes, nodded. He had a weathered and quiet look about him, almost soothing.
“Any reason you think she was murdered, Miss Chance? What you’re describing sounds like a cougar attack.”
“When’s the last time we had a cougar attack a person around here?” Lil demanded.
“It happens.”
“Cats go for the throat.” Bates shifted his gaze to Coop. “Isn’t that right, Lil?”
“Yeah, their typical kill method is the neck bite. It takes the prey down, often breaking the neck. Quick and clean.”
“You rip out somebody’s throat, there’s going to be all kinds of blood. It’d gush, wouldn’t it? This was more like a smear. It wasn’t… spatter.”
Bates lifted his eyebrows. “So, we’ve got a cougar expert and a forensic specialist.” He smiled when he said it, kept the remark friendly. “I appreciate the input. We’ll be going up, and we’ll look into all that.”
“You’ll have to do an autopsy, determine cause of death.”
“That’s right,” Bates said to Coop. “If it was a cougar attack, we’ll handle it. If it wasn’t, we’ll handle that. Don’t worry.”
“Lil said it wasn’t a cougar that killed her. So it wasn’t.”
“Has a woman gone missing? In the last few days?” Lil asked.
“Might be.” Bates rose. “We’ll head on up now. I’m going to want to talk to you again.”
Lil sat silent until Bates went out to mount up with his two-man team. “He thinks we’re wrong. That we saw what was left of a mule deer or something and got spooked.”
“He’ll find out different soon.”
“You didn’t tell him you were leaving in the morning.”
“I can take another day. They should know who she is and what happened to her in another day. Maybe two.”
“Can you eat?” Jenna asked.
When Lil shook her head, Jenna wrapped an arm around her, stroking when Lil turned her face to her mother’s breast. “It was awful. So awful. To be left like that. To be nothing but meat.”
“Let’s go up for a while. I’m going to draw you a hot bath. Come on with me.”
Joe waited, then got up and poured two mugs of coffee. He sat, looked Coop in the eye. “You took care of my girl today. She can take care of herself, I know that’s true, most ways, most times. But I know you saw to her today. You got her back here. I won’t forget it.”
“I didn’t want her to see it. I’ve never seen anything like it, and hope I never do again. But I couldn’t stop her from seeing it.”
Joe nodded. “You did what you could, and that’s enough. I’m going to ask you for something, Cooper. I have to ask that you don’t make her any promises you’re not sure you can keep. She can take care of herself, my girl, but I don’t want her holding on to a promise that has to be broken.”
Coop stared into the coffee. “I don’t know what I could promise her. I’ve got enough to rent an apartment, as long as it’s cheap, for a few months. I’ve got to try to make the grade at the academy. Even if I do, a cop doesn’t make a lot. I come into some money when I’m twenty-one. A trust fund thing. I get more when I’m twenty-five, then thirty, and like that. My father can tie it up some, and he threatened to, until I’m forty.”
Joe smiled a little. “And that’s worlds away.”
“Well, I’ll be living pretty thin for a while, but I’m okay with that.” He looked up again, met Joe’s eyes. “I can’t ask her to come to New York. I thought about it, a lot. I can’t give her anything there, and I’d be taking away what she wants. I’ve got no promises to give her. It’s not because she doesn’t matter.”
“No, I’d say it’s because she does. That’s enough for me. You’ve had a hell of a day, haven’t you?”
“I feel like pieces of me are coming apart. I don’t know how they’re going to go together again. She wanted to see the cougar-for us to see it together. For luck. It doesn’t feel like we have any right now. And whoever that is up there, she had it a lot worse.”
HER NAME WAS Melinda Barrett. She’d been twenty when she’d set out to hike the Black Hills, a treat for herself for the summer. She was from Oregon. A student, a daughter, a sister. She’d wanted to be a ranger.
Her parents had reported her missing the same day she’d been found, because she’d been two days late checking in.
Before the cougar had gotten to her, someone had fractured her skull, then stabbed her violently enough to nick her ribs with the blade. Her pack, her watch, the compass her father had given her, the one his father had given him, weren’t found.
