In Darkest Depths w-56

by David Thompson

  “What are you doing?”

  Shakespeare did not answer. He whipped out a flintlock and thumbed back the hammer. He aimed for the front of the swell, for where he figured the creature’s head would be.

  Nate froze with his paddle partway raised. A ‘No!’ was on the tip of his tongue, but he did not give voice to the shout.

  Shakespeare fired. At the blast the pistol spewed smoke and lead. He thought he saw the slug strike the water. But the swell—and the creature—kept coming. He grabbed for his other pistol, determined to stop it if he could. As his fingers wrapped around the hardwood, a miracle occurred: the swell changed direction and passed within spitting distance of their canoe.

  Nate was mesmerized. He longed to see the creature clearly, but all he saw was moving water and a dark silhouette. He caught sign of a fin, or imagined he did, and then the thing was past and the swell was rapidly dwindling as its source dived for the depths. The hissing faded. In seconds there was nothing to mark the creature’s passage beyond ripples and a few frothy bubbles.

  “That was close,” Shakespeare said, exhaling in relief.

  “You wounded it or scared it off,” Nate said, grateful whichever the case might be.

  “Did you get a good look at it?”

  “No. Did you?”

  “Would that I had.”

  “All that we just went through and we still have no idea what we are up against.”

  “If it had struck us…” Nate let the statement dangle.

  “Our broken bodies would have washed up on shore in a day or two and my wife would get to tell mine she told me so,” Shakespeare said with a grin. Sobering, he lowered the pistol he had not realized he was still pointing at the water. “Do you still doubt that it is dangerous?”

  “It can be,” Nate allowed. “But so long as we stay off the lake, we should be fine.”

  “Then I take it you are going to ride over to Waku’s and tell him and his family they can’t fish anymore. And after that, you will go over to your son’s and inform Zach and Lou that there will be no more swimming or bathing in the lake. Winona and Evelyn will need to—”

  “I get the point,” Nate broke in.

  “So what will it be? Do we let the critter alone, or do we make the lake safe for us and our kin? What wouldst thou of us, Trojan?”

  “I am from Troy now?”

  Shakespeare quoted, “A true knight, not yet mature, yet matchless; firm of word, speaking in deeds, and deedless in his tongue; not soon provoked, nor being provoked soon calmed.” He paused. “Have you been provoked, sir? Is it war or is it peace?”

  “It is war,” Nate King said.

  The King Valley Water Devil Society

  “What are you up to, wench?”

  Blue Water Woman gave her husband an innocent look and said, “I have no idea what you mean.”

  “From the extremist upward of thy head to the descent and dust below thy foot, a most toad-spotted traitor,” Shakespeare quoted.

  “You think that you know what this is about?”

  “Methink’st thou art a general offense and every man should beat thee,” Shakespeare said testily.

  The sun was low in the western sky, and they were making their way along the shore toward the King cabin. At Blue Water Woman’s insistence they were walking instead of riding. Shakespeare did not mind, as it was not far, and it was good to have ground under his feet after his harrowing experience on the lake. He happened to gaze to the northwest and noticed two people in the distance approaching hand in hand along the west shore.

  “What’s this? Zach and Lou are on their way to Nate’s, too? Did Winona invite them as well?”

  “All I know,” Blue Water Woman said, “is that she invited us to supper. Beyond that, your guess, as whites like to say, is as good as mine.”

  “You speak with a forked tongue, woman,” Shakespeare grumbled. “You are up to something. You and Winona both. But I am telling you in advance that whatever it is, it won’t work.”

  “My, my,” Blue Water Woman said. “We can add predicting the future to your many talents.”

  “More of your conversation would infect my brain,” Shakespeare quoted. He had more to say, but just then he glanced over his shoulder and beheld five figures in green hurrying along the water’s edge from the east. “Look yonder. Waku and his family are coming, too.” He glared at his wife. “What is this? You and Winona have invited everyone in the valley.”

  “It is their home as well as ours,” Blue Water Woman said. “They should take part in important matters.”

  “Aha!” Shakespeare erupted, pointing a finger at her. “I knew it! Blasts and fogs upon thee!”

  “I like fog,” Blue Water Woman teased. “Walking in it is like walking in a cloud.”

  “You are not worth the dust which the rude wind blows in your face.”

  “And you would know about wind, one I love, as you are as big a bag of air as any man ever born.”

  Shakespeare nearly tripped over his own feet in his surprise. It was rare for her to thrust so directly. “Well now. So it is pistols at twenty paces. But in a battle of wits I am taking advantage of you, as you are unarmed.”

  “A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes.”

  Shakespeare stopped cold. “My God. You just quoted the Bard to me?”

  “I have not lived with you all these winters, listening to you recite him day in and day out, without picking up a few of his sayings.”

  “That was beautiful. Do that to night under the sheets and I will show you why they call me Carcajou.”

  “You are hopeless,” Blue Water Woman said, and walked on.

  Evelyn King was waiting to greet them. She hugged Blue Water Woman and pecked Shakespeare on the cheek. “Ma had me wait out here to welcome everyone. This will be fun. We haven’t had everyone all together in a spell.”

  “Why did your mother ask us here?” Shakespeare inquired.

  “You will have to wait and find out with the rest,” Evelyn said, and gave his hand a tender squeeze. “She told me to say that. She said you would pester me if I didn’t.”

  “Females! Their tongues outvenom all the worms of the Nile.”

  “I am a female, Uncle Shakespeare.”

  “Yes, girl. But you are young and innocent yet. Deceit has not found lodgement in your veins.”

  “Are you saying that all females are deceitful?”

  “Never in a million years, child. Only those who live and breathe.”

  Blue Water Woman smiled wearily at Evelyn. “You must forgive him. When he was an infant he was dropped on his head.”

  Evelyn laughed cheerfully. “I love how you two can poke fun at one another and not get mad.”

  “He does most of the poking,” Blue Water Woman said.

  Shakespeare wondered if she meant what he thought she meant. For all her meekness, her wit was every whit as sharp as his, and she was not above thrusting deep when the occasion called for it. Coughing, he said, “How about if we go on in? I would like to find out what all this is about.”

  “Go ahead,” Evelyn said, “but the finding out will have to wait.”

  “Why?”

  “I heard Ma tell Pa that she wants everyone here before she explains why she and Blue Water Woman called us all together.”

  “My wife, you say?” Shakespeare said, and gave his other half a smug glance. “If I were any brighter I would be the sun.”

  “I sometimes think that in a past life you must have been a rooster,” was Blue Water Woman’s retort.

  “A noble bird. I commend your choice.”

  “Yes, roosters like to preen and strut and crow.”

  “I am twice pricked,” Shakespeare said. He placed a hand on his hunting knife. “Want me to give this to you so you can do it right?”

  Squealing with glee, Evelyn clapped her hands as if she were applauding a play on a stage. “Oh! Keep it up! It gives me something to write about in my diary.”

  Just then five
figures in green came around the corner. Wakumassee and his wife, Tihikanima, were in the lead. After them came Degamawaku, their oldest, then their daughters, Tenikawaku and Mikikawaku.

  “Dega!” Evelyn exclaimed, and dashed to meet him.

  “Strange how of the five she only has eyes for one,” Shakespeare playfully remarked.

  “As you said, she is young yet,” Blue Water Woman responded. “She has not learned that men are fickle in their affection and do not care if they cause unending worry for those who care for them.”

  Shakespeare was spared another round by the arrival of Zach and Lou. He shook hands and they all went in.

  Nate was at the counter, sipping coffee. He raised his cup in greeting. “Take a seat, everyone. My wife will be with us directly.”

  The table and chairs had been pushed against a wall so there was space for everyone to sit on the floor. Shakespeare eased down and crossed his legs, his elbows on his knees. “Do you know what this is about, Stalking Coyote?” he asked Zach, using the younger man’s Shoshone name.

  “All my mother would tell me when she rode over to invite us was that we must be here on time.”

  Louisa was grinning from ear to ear. “We should do this once a month for the fun of it. We don’t see everyone often enough.”

  The bedroom door opened and out came Winona. She had on her usual beaded buckskin dress and moccasins. “Tsaangu yeitabai’yi. Good afternoon, and welcome. I am glad all of you could make it,” she said in flawless English. She was a natural linguist; every language she learned, she learned well. Only Shakespeare spoke more tongues, and then only because he had lived so much longer and been acquainted with various tribes in his travels.

  “I am surprised you and my wife didn’t invite the Shoshones and the Flatheads while you were at it,” he now remarked.

  “Pay him no mind,” Blue Water Woman said. “He is in one of his moods.”

  “I blush to think upon this ignomy,” Shakespeare muttered.

  “Don’t start.”

  “Since most of us speak English, I will use that tongue,” Winona announced. Turning to her Nansusequa guests, she addressed Wakumassee and Degamawaku. “You two speak it the best in your family, but you are still learning. I will talk slowly and use small words so you can translate for the others.”

  “I am speaking the white tongue good,” Dega declared, proud of his accomplishment. That he had extra incentive in the form of Evelyn King was not a fact he mentioned.

  “You have improved a lot since we met,” Winona agreed. “But I will still speak slowly so it is easy for you to translate.” She raised her arms to get everyone’s attention. “The first ever meeting of the King Valley Water Devil Society is now in session.”

  Shakespeare sat up. “The what?”

  “The King Valley Water Devil Society. Do you like the name? Blue Water Woman came up with it.”

  “I should have known.”

  “What be society?” Wakumassee asked. “That one I not know.”

  “It was a little jest on my part,” Winona explained.

  “A tiny jest is more like it,” Shakespeare said under his breath, but loud enough for everyone to hear. “Why beat around the bush? You called this meeting because you and my wife are worried.”

  “We have reason to be,” Winona said. “We were in the steeple today. We saw what happened.”

  Nate put his cup down. “You never mentioned anything to me.”

  Shakespeare frowned at his wife. “All your squawking about the steeple being a waste of wood and you go up there to spy on us?”

  “If caring for someone and wanting to be sure they are not harmed is spying, then yes, we were spying.”

  “I was right about you being up to something,” Shakespeare said.

  “Yes, you were right. We talked it over in the steeple and decided to call this meeting.”

  “Say that again.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “That part about me being right. In front of witnesses, no less.” Shakespeare made a show of looking at the ceiling and then out the window. “I expect the world to end any moment.”

  “Who say world end?” Waku asked in some alarm. “Nansusequa believe world stay as is until moon fall down.”

  Louisa piped up with, “How is that again?”

  “You might as well say the world will end when there are no more buffalo,” Zach threw in.

  Nate came over and put one of his big hands on Winona’s slender shoulder. “It is not like you to keep secrets. Why didn’t you say something?”

  “I am now.”

  “Fine,” Shakespeare said in disgust. “Horatio can stay home from now on. But I am not giving up. I will go out on the lake by myself if I have to. That thing must be dealt with.”

  “I agree,” Winona said.

  “So what if I am the only one who—” Shakespeare stopped abruptly. “What did you just say?”

  “I agree with you. It could have been anyone out there today. Waku and Dega, fishing. Or my cousin when he pays a visit. Or one of us ladies out for a swim.” Winona shook her head. “Until today the water devil has been no more than a nuisance. Now I fear it could well kill one of us.”

  “I think the same,” Blue Water Woman said.

  Shakespeare sat back, unable to hide his astonishment. “Let me get this straight. When I was going on about how we had to do something and built the steeple, you flayed me hour by hour. But as soon as Winona says we need to act, you are all for it.”

  “I did not change my mind because of Winona,” Blue Water Woman said. “I changed it because I saw the water devil try to kill you.”

  Deeply touched but refusing to show it, Shakespeare coughed and asked, “Aren’t you forgetting the bad medicine?”

  “If there is no creature, there is no bad medicine.”

  Nate studied his wife, “I am happy you have come over to our way of thinking. But why did you invite everyone here?”

  “I have been wondering the same thing,” Zach said. “You could have told us all this tomorrow.”

  “True,” Winona acknowledged. “If that was all there is to it. But when I called this the King Valley Water Devil Society, I was not joking. This valley is our home. We have chosen to spend our lives here. We must make it as safe as we can.”

  “My exact sentiments,” Shakespeare said.

  “After what we saw,” Winona said, “it is clear the two of you can use help.”

  Shakespeare took immediate exception. “I wouldn’t say that. We need to plan better, is all.”

  “Again, I agree.”

  “Keep this up and I will think I am drunk. Which is some feat, given that I have not tasted liquor in a month.”

  “I was not finished,” Winona said. “This should not be on your shoulders alone.”

  “Hostiles, bears, and monsters are man’s work.”

  Blue Water Woman snorted.

  “All of us have a stake,” Winona went on. “We must plan together and work together to rid the lake of the water beast.”

  “I suppose you have worked out exactly how we should go about it?” Shakespeare said, with a trace of mockery.

  “Blue Water Woman and I have come up with an idea that should work, yes.”

  “I am all ears.”

  “The easiest way to catch an animal is to set a trap for it. All you need is the right bait.”

  “And what sort of bait do you reckon will bring that thing up out of the depths?” Shakespeare asked.

  Both Winona and Blue Water Woman looked at him and grinned.

  The Armada

  There were as many ways to make canoes as there were tribes to make them. Some did as the Nansusequa liked to do and hollowed out logs. Some built frames and covered them with hide. Others preferred bark. Nate King had even heard of a tribe that used planks and sealed the gaps between the planks with pitch.

  Some tribes were partial to large canoes, other tribes only used small ones, and then there were those that rel
ied on both. Some liked the sides of their canoes to be high to ward off enemy arrows and lances. Others constructed canoes that sat low in the water so it was easier to fish.

  Even the shapes of the canoes varied. Certain tribes liked the ends to come to points. Others preferred rounded ends. Still others chose square ends.

  All this came up in the days that followed the meeting. Winona and Blue Water Woman insisted more canoes be made. As Winona summed up their sentiments, “If the water devil had capsized your dugout, we would have had no way of reaching you in time to help.”

  It was decided they needed at least four craft besides the one they had. Nate was put in charge of building what Shakespeare took to calling their armada. The Nansusequa offered to hollow out more logs, but Nate and Shakespeare tactfully suggested that smaller, lighter craft might be better. After their experience with the dugout, they would be damned, as Shakespeare put it, if they “ever used one of those floating death traps again. The only thing it has to commend it is that it can be chopped up and used for firewood.”

  That left them the choice of hide canoes or bark canoes. Birch bark was highly touted, but the valley did not have many birch trees. Ash was a good substitute, but it would take hours to reach the nearest stand.

  “Hide canoes will be easier to make than bark and less likely to sink,” suggested Nate.

  “I am all for staying dry,” Shakespeare said.

  The valley teemed with game, and they were experts at skinning and tanning. Shakespeare wanted to use deer hides since “there are so many damn deer, we trip over them every time we step out the door.” Initially, Nate disagreed. He thought elk hides would be better. But the elk were high up at that time of year, and when he factored in the time it would take to ride up into the high country after them and come back again, he went along with McNair.

  “Deer it is.”

  Over the next several days, the valley resounded with the boom of rifles. Nate, Shakespeare, and Zach all went deer hunting. After each deer was slain, they would tote it on a pack horse to the lake where the women and the Nansusequas took over.

  At one point, Winona remarked to Louisa that she was surprised Lou had not gone with the men, as she loved to hunt as much as Zach did.