“I don’t think so. You did a pretty good job of shopping yesterday. We could use bread and some milk.”
“We can pick that up down at the Jolivets’. He doesn’t say much, but she’s a character. Anyway, I want you to know where the telephone is.”
Karyn stopped suddenly and looked at him. “What telephone?”
“Our telephone. Didn’t you notice that there isn’t one in the house?”
“No, as a matter of fact, I didn’t.”
“There are no wires strung out there. Anytime we have to make a call we use the phone at Jolivets’ store.”
“When we go rural, we don’t mess around,” Karyn said.
They walked on up the street to a false-front wooden building with a faded sign reading Jolivet’s General Merchandise. Inside, the store seemed to be stocked indiscriminately with hardware, clothes, and groceries. It had probably looked the same for the last forty years.
Standing at an ancient cash register was a round-faced little woman with a snub nose, rimless glasses, and a bright smile. “Hi, Roy,” she said with easy familiarity. “I see the little woman got in all right.”
“That’s right,” Roy said. “This is my wife, Karyn. Oriole Jolivet.”
“My, you’re pretty as a picture,” said Oriole, coming around the counter and taking Karyn’s hands. “I just knew a handsome devil like Roy would have a looker for a wife.”
“Well, thank you,” Karyn said, a little embarrassed, but flattered as well.
“That’s my husband, Etienne, over there by the meat case,” Oriole said.
A long-faced man looked up from the tray of chops he was arranging and gave Karyn a sad smile.
“You’re the first new folks to move into Drago in quite a spell,” Oriole told them. “Hope we’ll be seein’ you around from time to time.”
“I’m sure you will,” Karyn said.
“No need to wait till you have to buy something, just come on by anytime you feel like chewin’ the fat.”
“I’ll do that,” Karyn said.
“Good, good. Do you like coffee?”
“I love coffee.”
Oriole’s smile got even brighter. “That’s the kind of talk I like to hear. Yes, indeed, you and me are going to get along fine, Karyn. Now you wait right there and I’ll go out back and pour us all a cup.”
“I don’t want you to go to any trouble––”
“No trouble at all, honey. Be back in a jiffy.” Oriole bustled out and returned in a moment carrying a tray laden with cups of dark, rich coffee, and thick slices of cinnamon-sprinkled coffeecake. Karyn sipped the coffee and chatted with Oriole while Roy prowled around the store. For the first time since arriving in Drago she felt at ease.
When they had finished the last of the coffee and cake, Roy bought a loaf of bread and two quarts of milk. He put the candles in the bag with the groceries and they left Jolivets’ store.
Lady, who seemed to sense that they were going home now, bounded off down the street.
Watching the dog, Karyn touched Roy’s arm and pointed toward one of the old houses. There a boy and girl of about twelve stood motionless in the front yard watching them. Their faces were grave, their eyes shadowed. A woman came out onto the porch and said something. The children turned silently and went inside.
“You know,” Karyn said, “those are the first children I’ve seen in this town.”
“The rest of them are probably in school.”
“Where? I haven’t seen anything in Drago that looks like a school.”
“Maybe they go over to Pinyon,” Roy said. “Does it matter?”
5
That night in bed Karyn gave the finest acting performance of her life. She twisted and moaned under her husband; she dug her nails into his back. She caressed him with her hands and with her mouth. She heaved her body to meet his thrusts and clamped her legs around his waist. She cried out words of passion as she felt his climax burst inside her.
And she felt nothing.
She could not be sure if Roy knew. He gripped her with his strong, square hands and tongued her ear and said all the right things as he approached orgasm, but Karyn was not sure that he believed her response. At least, she told herself, he had climaxed. Her performance was not wasted.
Afterward he rolled over and slept. Karyn lay beside him trying to sleep too. But as the minutes ticked into hours she gave it up and lay waiting, listening. She knew it would come, as surely as death. And it did come. The distant ululation. The mournful sinister night cry. The howling.
After that she slept fitfully, waking up time and again to listen breathlessly to the night. Finally she came awake with a start to find that it was light and Roy was gone from the bed. She could smell coffee perking in the kitchen, and hurried to join her husband.
That day, and the next, and the next, Karyn and Roy did not go into the village of Drago. They stayed close to the little house, walking on the trails in the forest and delighting in the birds and wild flowers. Lady loved these outings. She would rush joyfully ahead barking officiously at anything that moved, as though clearing the path for her people. Although Karyn and Roy kept up the pretense of enjoying each other, each was occupied with thoughts that could not be shared.
In the evenings they played cribbage or backgammon. Having no television set, they rediscovered the radio. Sometimes Karyn would read from the stack of paperbacks she had brought from the city while Roy worked at the kitchen table going over the list of his company’s technical publications.
At night Karyn tried to let go during sex, but it became harder all the time to pretend she was enjoying it. Roy’s lovemaking became perfunctory, and at last he merely kissed her goodnight and turned away. Then while he slept Karyn would lie on her back, her muscles taut, and stare into the dark.
Every night now, the howling came. Karyn no longer asked Roy if he heard it. He never seemed to. Karyn was afraid that if she talked about it he would say it was all in her head. She knew better. Something was out there. Something.
By the end of the first week Karyn had dug out the bottle containing the remaining Seconals the doctor in Los Angeles had prescribed when she came home from hospital. She had never liked taking pills, but at last she was able to sleep soundly.
Roy began to walk in the forest by himself. His excuse was that he wanted to gather wood for the fireplace but Karyn knew there was all the wood they needed within fifty yards of the house. The real reason had to be that he wanted to get away from her.
She became convinced of it the day of Roy’s first trip into Los Angeles. Although he made a show of reluctance to leave their wilderness paradise, his eagerness was not hard to read. She watched the Ford disappear down the narrow lane with an increasing sense of fear and uneasiness.
The day was cool with a high overcast. Karyn vowed to pull herself out of her funk. She put on a heavy sweater and took Lady for a long walk through the woods. For a city girl, she had a remarkable sense of direction, and there was never any problem finding her way back. Returning home around noon, she washed the walls and windows, even though they didn’t need it. She fixed herself a sandwich, fed the dog, and shuffled through the books without finding one she wanted to read. She began looking up the road for Roy long before he was due to return.
When at last he drove into the yard, Karyn ran out to meet him and they hugged each other enthusiastically and walked back to the house arm in arm.
Karyn had prepared a small roast for their meal. It came out perfectly––crispy brown on the outside, pink and tender within. The candles provided an intimate glow, and the talk came easy. It was almost the way it had been before their trouble started.
After dinner Karyn fed Lady and let her outside while Roy poured their brandy. They moved into the living room and sat close together by the fireplace. Their legs touched, and for the first time in months Karyn felt a surge of desire for her husband.
“Roy,” she said, “let’s go to bed.”
“Sleepy
already?”
She shook her head, holding the warm pressure of her thigh against him. “Nope.”
Roy looked at her closely for a moment, then took her into his arms. He kissed her. She returned the kiss with feeling. Everything about him––his hands on her back, the taste of his mouth, even the short stubble of beard––excited her.
“Let’s not waste any more time,” he said. They stood up together and he led her into the bedroom.
When they were lying together, Karyn rolled onto her side to face him. Roy’s hand moved down her ribcage and up over the swell of her hip. She reached down for his sex and found him erect and hard. The touch of him in her hand was good. His fingers trailed down across her flat stomach and into the blond fluff of pubic hair. She felt herself open willingly and go moist under his touch.
Oh, God, said a part of Karyn’s mind, let it be good this time. Let it be right, the way it was.
Roy was kissing her breast, teasing the erect nipple with his tongue. His hand was up between her legs, stroking, massaging. Karyn was ready for him. As ready as she would ever be. Then she heard it.
The howling.
Not far off in the woods this time, but close outside. Close, deep-throated, and cold as death.
“Roy.” she said, sitting up in bed.
“I heard it,” he said. He pulled himself up beside her, but his voice did not reflect the urgency that Karyn felt.
Roy’s hand moved between her legs. His head dipped again to her breast.
“What was it?” Karyn said. She was whispering without knowing why.
“I don’t know. An owl.” His tone took on an edge of impatience.
“Not an owl,” she said.
“Who cares? Come on, Karyn, lie down.”
Obediently Karyn lay back on the sheet. She tried hard to recover the mood of a few moments before, but the terrible howling still sounded in her brain. How could Roy ignore it?
His head moved lower on her body. She could feel his tongue tracing a moist line across her navel and on down…
Abruptly it was not her husband kissing her down there, it was that horrible other thing. The teeth.
With a startled cry she drew away from him.
He pulled himself up. “What?”
Karyn reached out to him, trying to make her touch affectionate, though she still felt the unreasoning revulsion, “I’m sorry, Roy. I… I don’t think I can.”
“But just a minute ago––”
“I know,” she said quickly. “I know, Roy, but now I can’t.”
“Jesus,” he said through clenched teeth, and turned away from her. His broad naked back was like a wall in the middle of the bed.
“Please, darling,” she said, “be patient with me for a little while longer.”
He gave her an unconvincing pat on the shoulder. “Sure, Karyn, it’s all right. I’m just keyed up after driving out from the city.”
But it was not all right, and they both knew it. Karyn’s throat filled up with words she wanted to say to her husband but could not: I’m sorry, dear, I was all ready and in the mood, and then something howled outside. No, it was not an owl. And after that the only picture in my mind was that filthy animal with his hands up in me and his teeth biting me and then… and then…
Karyn forced her mind back from the brink of hysteria, and at last fell into a shallow sleep.
In the morning she was the first one up. She combed out her hair and went into the kitchen. She would prepare a lovely breakfast for Roy––ham-and-cheese omelet with hot muffins, and rich black coffee. But first she had to feed the dog. She took a can of Alpo from the cupboard, then wondered why Lady did not come trotting in at the sound of the can on the countertop. Then she remembered that no one had let her back in last night. Karyn went to open the front door. The dog was not in sight.
Karyn stepped outside and called the dog’s name. The forest was unusually silent on this gray, damp day, the only sound, the dripping of moisture from the tree branches. Karyn called again and walked all around the yard. Nothing answered.
She went back inside and into the bedroom, where Roy sat on the edge of the bed pulling on a pair of denim pants.
“Lady’s not here,” she said. “We forgot to let her in last night. Now I can’t find her. She doesn’t answer.” Karyn sensed the rising pitch of her voice, but she did not try to control it. Concern for the dog was an acceptable outlet for the other tangled emotions that she was not ready to examine.
“I’ll go take a look,” Roy replied. He went outside, whistling and calling for the little dog. He made several forays into the woods, calling louder, and came back with his jeans wet from the damp brush.
“She’s probably off exploring somewhere,” he said without conviction.
“Roy, do you think something’s happened to her?”
“What could happen? We’ve been here over a week. Lady knows her way around by now. She’ll come home when she gets hungry.”
Karyn caught the irritability just beneath his words. She said, “I guess we might as well eat breakfast.”
She had lost all enthusiasm for the omelet. While she cooked it, Karyn left the front door open. From time to time each of them would look over that way.
Afterward Roy went to work editing his manuscripts. Karyn sat in a chair by the window with a book open on her lap. She tried to read, but the printed words would not register on her mind. When it was almost noon she could sit still no longer.
“Roy, I think we should go out and look for her. She may be hurt and can’t get back to us.”
Roy looked over at her, and Karyn could see that he was not as unconcerned as he acted. “All right,” he said.
The sun was out now, high and pale, but warm enough to dry off the forest. Roy and Karyn walked the trails that interlaced the surrounding woods. Some were so dim and overgrown that they were hardly there. Others showed signs of recent use.
Roy went in one direction, Karyn in another. She concentrated on looking down as she walked, scanning the ground along both sides of each trail. She saw nothing.
When Roy came upon her suddenly walking from the opposite direction, she started and gave a little squeal of surprise.
He reached out and grasped her arm gently. “No luck?”
She shook her head.
“Roy, let’s try going into town.”
“What for?”
“Maybe Lady got confused and went that way. Maybe somebody saw her. It wouldn’t hurt to ask. It’s better than sitting in that house and waiting to hear her bark, or see her come running home.” Karyn turned away so Roy would not see the sudden tears. “Damn, how stupid it is to let a little animal become such a part of your life. Stupid.”
Roy put his arms around Karyn and held her for a moment.
They did not talk during the short drive. There was no sign of the dog in the roadway or in the brush alongside.
Once they were in the village Roy pulled over to the side and turned to Karyn while the engine idled. “What now?”
Karyn looked up and down the deserted street, confused. “How… how about that sheriff or whatever he is, Anton Gadak? Maybe he would know if anybody has seen Lady.”
The words were barely out of her mouth when the broad figure of Anton Gadak appeared up the street, angling across the blacktop toward their car. Roy shut off the engine and got out on the driver’s side. Karyn came around and stood beside him.
Gadak put two fingers to the brim of his Stetson. “Afternoon, folks. Haven’t seen you for a few days. Everything all right?”
“Everything’s fine,” Roy began automatically, then corrected himself. “No, the truth is we’ve got a problem.”
“Problem?” Gadak waited politely.
When Roy hesitated, Karyn spoke up. “It’s our little dog. We left her out last night and this morning she’s missing.” Even as she spoke, Karyn thought how trivial it must sound.
“Sorry to hear that.”
“We wondered if she might
have found her way to town somehow.”
“If she did, I ain’t heard about it,” Gadak said. “Folks in Drago don’t keep pets much, so they’d most likely notice your dog if she came in this way. I’ll ask around, and keep an eye out myself.”
“Thanks,” Roy said. “We’d appreciate it.”
“No trouble.”
As the big man was about to turn away, Karyn stopped him. “Mr. Gadak, are there any large animals around here that might have… harmed her?”
“Large animals?” Gadak repeated.
“Last night, and on other nights, I’ve heard something in the woods. A howling.”
Gadak pulled at his lower lip and looked down at Karyn. His eyes were shaded by the hat brim. “A howling, you say. Coyote, maybe. Sure, could have been a coyote. Been a few of them seen hereabouts. They’ll carry off a small animal now and again. How big was this dog of yours?”
“About so high,” Roy said, flattening his hand at about knee level.
“Kinda big for a coyote to take on,” Gadak said, “but maybe it was hungry.”
“It was not a coyote,” Karyn said firmly.
The big man turned his shadowed eyes back to her. “Eh, what’s that?”
“The thing I heard howling in the woods. It was no Coyote.”
“Come on, Karyn,” Roy said. “How can you be sure?”
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