SIGNPOSTS Everywhere is nowhere.
SENECA 1
REECE GILMORE smoked through the tough knuckles of Angels Fist in an overheating Chevy Cavalier. She had two hundred forty-three dollars and change in her pocket, which might be enough to cure the Chevy, fuel it and herself. If luck was on her side, and the car wasnt seriously ill, shed have enough to pay for a room for the night.
Then, even by the most optimistic calculations, shed be broke.
She took the plumes of steam puffing out of the hood as a sign it was time to stop traveling for a while and find a job.
No worries, no problem, she told herself. The little Wyoming town huddled around the cold blue waters of a lake was as good as anywhere else. Maybe better. It had the openness she neededall that sky with the snow-dipped peaks of the Tetons rising into it like sober, and somehow aloof, gods.
Shed been meandering her way toward them, through the Ansel Adams photograph of peaks and plains for hours. She hadnt had a clue where shed end up when she started out that day before dawn, but shed bypassed Cody, zipped through Dubois, and though shed toyed with veering into Jackson, she dipped south instead.
So something must have been pulling her to this spot.
Over the past eight months, shed developed a strong belief in following signs and impulses. Dangerous Curves, Slippery When Wet. It was nice that someone took the time and effort to post those kinds of warnings. Other signs might be a peculiar slant of sunlight aimed down a back road, or a weather vane pointing south.
If she liked the look of the light or the weather vane, shed follow, until she found what seemed like the right place at the right time. She might settle in for a few weeks, or, like she had in South Dakota, a few months. Pick up some work, scout the area, then move on when those signs, those impulses, pointed in a new direction.
There was a freedom in the system shed developed, and oftenmore often nowa lessening of the constant hum of anxiety in the back of her mind. These past months of living with herself, essentially by herself, had done more to smooth her out than the full year of therapy.
To be fair, she supposed the therapy had given her the base to face herself every single day. Every night. And all the hours between.
And here was another fresh start, another blank slate in the bunched fingers of Angels Fist.
If nothing else, shed take a few days to enjoy the lake, the mountains, and pick up enough money to get back on the road again. A place like thisthe signpost had said the population was 623probably ran to tourism, exploiting the scenery and the proximity to the national park.
Thered be at least one hotel, likely a couple of B and Bs, maybe a dude ranch within a few miles. It might be fun to work at a dude ranch. All those places would need someone to fetch and carry and clean, especially now that the spring thaw was dulling the sharpest edge of winter.
But since her car was now sending out thicker, more desperate smoke signals, the first priority was a mechanic.
She eased her way along the road that ribboned around the long, wide lake. Patches of snow made dull white pools in the shade. The trees were still their wintering brown, but there were a few boats on the water. She could see a couple guys in windbreakers and caps in a white canoe, rowing right through the reflection of the mountains.
Across from the lake was what she decided was the business district. Gift shop, a little gallery. Bank, post office, she noted. Sheriffs office.
She angled away from the lake to pull the laboring car up to what looked like a big barn of a general store. There were a couple men in flannel shirts sitting out front in stout chairs that gave them a good view of the lake.
They nodded to her as she cut the engine and stepped out, then the one on the right tapped the brim of his blue cap that bore the name of the storeMacs Mercantile and Groceryacross the crown.
Looks like you got some trouble there, young lady.”
Sure does. Do you know anyone who can give me a hand with it?”
He laid his hands on his thighs and pushed out of the chair. He was burly in build, ruddy in face, with lines fanning out from the corners of friendly brown eyes. When he spoke, his voice was a slow, meandering drawl.
Why dont we just pop the hood and take a look-see?”
Appreciate it.” When she released the latch, he tossed the hood up and stepped back from the clouds of smoke. For reasons she couldnt name, the plumes and the fuss caused Reece more embarrassment than anxiety. It started up on me about ten miles east, I guess. I wasnt paying enough attention. Got caught up in the scenery.”
Easy to do. You heading into the park?”
I was. More or less.” Not sure, never sure, she thought and tried to concentrate on the moment rather than the before or after. I think the car had other ideas.”
His companion came over to join them, and both men looked under the hood the way Reece knew men did. With sober eyes and knowing frowns. She looked with them, though she accepted that she was as much of a cliché. The female to whom what lurked under the hood of a car was as foreign as the terrain of Pluto.
Got yourself a split radiator hose,” he told her. Gonna need to replace that.”
Didnt sound so bad, not too bad. Not too expensive. Anywhere in town I can make that happen?”
Lynts Garagell fix you up. Why dont I give him a call for you?”
Lifesaver.” She offered a smile and her hand, a gesture that had come to be much easier for her with strangers. Im Reece, Reece Gilmore.”
Mac Drubber. This heres Carl Sampson.”
Back East, arent you?” Carl asked. He looked a fit fifty-something to Reece, and with some Native American blood mixed in once upon a time.
Yeah. Way back. Boston area. I really appreciate the help.”
Nothing but a phone call,” Mac said. You can come on in out of the breeze if you want, or take a walk around. Might take Lynt a few to get here.”
I wouldnt mind a walk, if thats okay. Maybe you could tell me a good place to stay in town. Nothing fancy.”
Got the Lakeview Hotel just down a ways. The Teton House, other side of the lakes some homier. More a B and B. Some cabins along the lake, and others outside of town rent by the week or the month.”
She didnt think in months any longer. A day was enough of a challenge. And homier sounded too intimate. Maybe Ill walk down and take a look at the hotel.”
Its a long walk. Could give you a ride on down.”
Ive been driving all day. I could use the stretch. But thanks, Mr. Drubber.”
No problem.” He stood another moment as she wandered down the wooden sidewalk. Pretty thing,” he commented.
No meat on her.” Carl shook his head. Women today starve off all the curves.”
She hadnt starved them off, and was, in fact, making a concerted effort to gain back the weight that had fallen off in the past couple of years. Shed gone from health club fit to scrawny and had worked her way back to what she thought of as gawky. Too many angles and points, too many bones. Every time she undressed, her body was like that of a stranger to her.
She wouldnt have agreed with Macs pretty thing. Not anymore. Once shed thought of herself that way, as a pretty womanstylish, sexy when she wanted to be. But her face seemed too hard now, the cheekbones too prominent, the hollows too deep. The restless nights were fewer, but when they came, they left her dark eyes heavily shadowed, and cast a pallor, pasty and gray, over her skin.
She wanted to recognize herself again.
She let herself stroll, her worn-out Keds nearly soundless on the sidewalk. Shed learned not to hurryhad taught herself not to push, not to rush, but to take things as they came. And in a very real way to embrace every single moment.
The cool breeze blew across her face, wound through the long brown hair shed tied back in a tail. She liked the feel of it, the smell of it, clean and fresh, and the hard light that poured over the Tetons and sparked on the water.
She could see some of the cabins Mac had spoken of, through the bare branches of the willows and the cottonwoods. They squatted behind the trees, log and glass, wide porchesand, she assumed, stunning views.
It might be nice to sit on one of those porches and study the lake or the mountains, to watch whatever visited the marsh where cattails speared up out of the bog. To have that room around, and the quiet.
One day maybe, she thought. But not today.
She spotted green spears of daffodils in a half whiskey barrel next to the entrance to a restaurant. They might have trembled a bit in the chilly breeze, but they made her think spring. Everything was new in spring. Maybe this spring, shed be new, too.
She stopped to admire the tender sprouts. It was comforting to see spring making its way back after the long winter. There would be other signs of it soon. Her guidebook boasted of miles of wildflowers on the sage flats, and more along the areas lakes and ponds.
She was ready for flowering, Reece thought. Ready for blooming.
Then she shifted her eyes up to the wide front window of the restaurant. More diner than restaurant, she corrected. Counter service, two- and four-tops, booths, all in faded red and white. Pies and cakes on display, and the kitchen open to the counter. A couple waitresses bustled around with trays and coffeepots.
Lunch crowd, she realized. Shed forgotten lunch. As soon as shed taken a look at the hotel, shed
Then she saw it in the window, the sign, hand-lettered.
COOK WANTED
INQUIRE WITHIN
Signs, she thought again, though shed taken a step back before she caught herself. She stood where she was, making a careful study of the setup from outside the glass. Open kitchen, she reminded herself, that was key. Diner food, she could handle that in her sleep. Or would have been able to, once.
Maybe it was time to find out, time to take another step forward. If she couldnt handle it, shed know, and wouldnt be any worse off than she was now.
The hotel was probably hiring, in anticipation of the summer season. Or Mr. Drubber might need another clerk at his store.
But the sign was right there, and her car had aimed toward this town, and her steps had brought her to this spot, where daffodil shoots pushed out of the dirt into the first hesitant breaths of spring.
She backtracked to the door, took a long, long breath in, then opened it.
Fried onions, grilling meaton the gamey sidestrong coffee, a jukebox on country and a buzz of table chatter.
Clean red floors, she noted, scrubbed white counter. The few empty tables had their lunch setups. There were photographs on the wallsgood ones to her eye. Black-and-whites of the lake, of white water, of the mountains in every season.
She was still getting her bearings, gathering her courage, when one of the waitresses swung by her. Afternoon. Youre looking for lunch youve got your choice of a table or the counter.”
Actually, Im looking for the manager. Or owner. Ah, about the sign in the window. The position of cook.”
The waitress stopped, still balancing a tray. Youre a cook?”
Thered been a time Reece would have sniffed at the term good-naturedly, but shed have sniffed nonetheless. Yes.”
Thats handy, cause Joanie fired one a couple of days ago.” The waitress curled her free hand, brought it up to her lips in the mime for drinking.
Oh.”
Gave him the job in February when he came through town looking for work. Said hed found Jesus and was spreading his word across the land.”
She cocked her head and her hip and gave Reece a sunny smile out of a pretty face. He preached the Word, all right, like a disciple on crack, so you wanted to stuff a rag in his mouth. Then I guess he found the bottle, and that was that. So. Why dont you go right on and sit up at the counter. Ill see if Joanie can get out of the kitchen for a minute. How about some coffee?”
Tea, if you dont mind.”
Coming up.”
Didnt have to take the job, Reece reminded herself as she slid onto a chrome-and-leather stool and rubbed her damp palms dry on the thighs of her jeans. Even if it was offered, she didnt have to take it. She could stick with cleaning hotel rooms, or head out and find that dude ranch.
The juke switched numbers, and Shania Twain announced joyfully she felt like a woman.
The waitress walked back to the grill and tapped a short sturdy woman on the shoulder, leaned in. After a moment, the woman shot a glance over her shoulder, met Reeces eyes, then nodded. The waitress came back to the counter with a white cup of hot water, with a Lipton tea bag in the saucer.
Joaniell be right along. You want to order some lunch? Meatloafs house special today. Comes with mashed potatoes and green beans and a biscuit.”
No, thanks, no, teas fine.” Shed never be able to hold anything more down, not with the nerves bouncing around in her belly. The panic wanted to come with it, that smothering wet weight in the chest.
She should just go, Reece thought. Go right now and walk back to her car. Get the hose fixed and head out. Signs be damned.
Joanie had a fluff of blond hair on her head, a white butchers apron splattered with grease stains tied around her middle and high-topped red Converse sneakers on her feet. She walked out from the kitchen wiping her hands on a dishcloth.
And she measured Reece out of steely eyes that were more gray than blue.
You cook?” A smokers rasp made the brisk question oddly sensual.
Yes.”
For a living, or just to put something in your mouth?”
Its what I did back in Bostonfor a living.” Fighting nerves, Reece ripped open the cover on the tea bag.
Joanie had a soft mouth, almost a Cupids bow, in contrast to those hard eyes. And an old, faded scar, Reece noted, that ran along her jawline from her left ear nearly to her chin.
Boston.” In an absent move, Joanie tucked the dishrag in the belt of her apron. Long ways.”
Yes.”
I dont know as I want some East Coast cook who cant keep her mouth shut for five minutes.”
Reeces opened in surprise, then closed again on the barest curve of a smile. Im an awful chatterbox when Im nervous.”
Whatre you doing around here?”
Traveling. My car broke down. I need a job.”
Got references?”
Her heart tightened, a sweaty fist of silent pain. I can get them.”
Joanie sniffed, frowned back toward the kitchen. Go on back, put on an apron. Next order ups a steak sandwich, med-well, onion roll, fried onions and mushrooms, fries and slaw. Dick dont drop dead after eating what you cook, you probably got the job.”
All right.” Reece pushed off the stool and, keeping her breath slow and even, went through the swinging door at the far end of the counter.
She didnt notice, but Joanie did, that shed torn the tea bag cover into tiny pieces.
It was a simple setup, she decided, and efficient enough. Large grill, restaurant-style stove, refrigerator, freezer. Holding bins, sinks, work counters, double fryer, heat suppression system. As she tied on an apron, Joanie set out the ingredients shed need.
Thanks.” Reece scrubbed her hands, then got to work.
Dont think, she told herself. Just let it come. She set the steak sizzling on the grill while she chopped onions and mushrooms. She put the precut potatoes in the fry basket, set the timer.
Her hands didnt shake, and though her chest stayed tight, she didnt allow herself to dart glances over her shoulder to make sure a wall hadnt appeared to close her in.
She listened to the music, from the juke, from the grill, from the fryer.
Joanie tugged the next order from the clip on the round and slapped it down. Bowl of three-bean soupthat kettle theregoes with crackers.”
Reece simply nodded, tossed the mushrooms and onions on the grill, then filled the second order while they fried.
Order up!” Joanie called out, and yanked another ticket. Reuben, club san, two side salads.”
Reece moved from order to order, and just let it happen. The atmosphere, the orders might be different, but the rhythm was the same. Keep working, keep moving.
She plated the original order, turned to hand it to Joanie for inspection.
Put it in line,” she was told. Start the next ticket. We dont call the doctor in the next thirty minutes, youre hired. Well talk money and hours later.”
I need to”
Get that next ticket,” Joanie finished. Im going to go have a smoke.”
She worked another ninety minutes before it slowed enough for Reece to step back from the heat and guzzle down a bottle of water. When she turned, Joanie was sitting at the counter, drinking coffee.
Nobody died,” she said.
Whew. Is it always that busy?”
Saturday lunch crowd. We do okay. You get eight dollars an hour to start. You still look good in two weeks, I bump in another buck an hour. Thats you and me and a part-timer on the grill, seven days a week. You get two days, or the best part of two off during that week. I do the schedule a week in advance. We open at six-thirty, so that means first shift is here at six. You can order breakfast all day, lunch menu from eleven to closing, dinner, five to ten. You want forty hours a week, I can work you that. I dont pay any overtime, so you get stuck behind the grill and go over, well take it off your next weeks hours. Any problem with that?”
No.”
You drink on the job, youre fired on the spot.”
Understood.”
You get all the coffee, water or tea you want. You hit the soft drinks, you pay for them. Same with the food. Around here, there aint no free lunch. Not that it looks like youll be packing it away while my backs turned. Youre skinny as a stick.”
I guess I am.”
Last shift cook cleans the grill, the stove, does the lock down.”
I cant do that,” Reece interrupted. I cant close for you. I can open, I can work any shift you want me to work. Ill work doubles when you need it, split shifts. I can flex time when you need me over forty. But I cant close for you. Im sorry.”
Joanie raised her eyebrows, sipped down the last of her coffee. Afraid of the dark, little girl?”
Yes, I am. If closings part of the job description, Ill have to find another job.”
Well work that out. Weve got forms to fill out for the government. It can wait. Your cars fixed, sitting up at Macs.” Joanie smiled. Word travels, and Ive got my ear to the ground. Youre looking for a place, theres a room over the diner I can rent you. Not much, but its got a good view and its clean.”
Thanks, but I think Im going to try the hotel for now. Well both give it a couple of weeks, see how it goes.”
Itchy feet.”
Itchy something.”
Your choice.” With a shrug, Joanie got up, headed to the swinging door with her coffee cup. You go on, get your car, get settled. Be back at four.”
A little dazed, Reece walked out. She was back in a kitchen, and it had been all right. Shed been okay. Now that shed gotten through it, she felt a little light-headed, but that was normal, wasnt it? A normal reaction to snagging a job, straight off the mark, doing what she was trained to do again. Doing what she hadnt been able to do for nearly two years.
She took her time walking back to her car, letting it all sink in.
When she walked into the mercantile, Mac was ringing up a sale at a short counter opposite the door. The place was what shed expected: a little bit of everythingcoolers for produce and meat, shelves of dry goods, a section for hardware, for housewares, fishing gear, ammo.
Need a gallon of milk and a box of bullets? This was the spot.
When Mac finished the transaction, she approached the counter.
Car should run for you now,” Mac told her.
So I hear, and thanks. How do I pay?”
Lynt left a bill here for you. You can run on by the garage if youre going to charge it. Paying cash, you can just leave it here. Ill be seeing him later.”
Cash is good.” She took the bill, noted with relief it was less than shed expected. She could hear someone chatting in the rear of the store, and the beep of another cash register. I got a job.”
He cocked his head as she pulled out her wallet. That so? Quick work.”
At the diner. I dont even know the name of it,” she realized.
Thatd be Angel Food. Locals just call it Joanies.”
Joanies then. I hope you come in sometime. Im a good cook.”
I bet you are. Heres your change.”
Thanks. Thanks for everything. I guess Ill go get myself a room, then go back to work.”
If youre still looking at the hotel, you tell Brenda on the desk you want the monthly rate. You tell her youre working at Joanies.”
I will. Ill tell her.” She wanted to take out an ad announcing it in the local paper. Thanks, Mr. Drubber.”
The hotel was five stories of pale yellow stucco that boasted views of the lake. It harbored a minute sundry shop, a tiny coffee and muffin stand and an intimate linen tablecloth dining room.
There was, she was told, high-speed Internet connection for a small daily fee, room service from seven A.M. to eleven P.M. and a self-service laundry in the basement.
Reece negotiated a weekly rate on a singlea week was long enoughon the third floor. Anything below the third was too accessible for her peace of mind, and anything above the third made her feel trapped.
With her wallet now effectively empty, she carted her duffel and laptop up three flights rather than use the elevator.
The view lived up to its billing, and she immediately opened the windows, then just stood looking at the sparkle of the water, the glide of boats, and the rise of the mountains that cupped this little section of valley.
This was her place today, she thought. Shed find out if it was her place tomorrow. Turning back to the room, she noted the door that adjoined the neighboring guest room. She checked the locks, then pushed, shoved, dragged the single dresser in front of it.
That was better.
She wouldnt unpack, not exactly, but take the essentials and set them out. The travel candle, some toiletries, the cell phone charger. Since the bathroom was hardly bigger than the closet, she left the door open while she took a quick shower. While the water ran, she did the multiplication tables out loud to keep herself steady. She changed into fresh clothes, moving quickly.
New job, she reminded herself and took the time and effort to dry her hair, to put on a little makeup. Not so pale today, she decided, not so hollow-eyed.
After checking her watch, she set up her laptop, opened her daily journal and wrote a quick entry.
Angels Fist, Wyoming
April 15
I cooked today. I took a job as a cook in a little diner-style restaurant in this pretty valley town with its big, blue lake. Im popping champagne in my mind, and there are streamers and balloons.
I feel like Ive climbed a mountain, like Ive been scaling the tough peaks that ring this place. Im not at the top yet; Im still on a ledge. But its sturdy and wide, and I can rest here a little while before I start to climb again.
Im working for a woman named Joanie. Shes short, sturdy and oddly pretty. Shes tough, too, and thats good. I dont want to be coddled. I think Id smother to death that way, just run out of air the way I feel when I wake up from one of the dreams. I can breathe here, and I can be here until its time to move on.
Ive got less than ten dollars left, but whose fault is that? Its okay. Ive got a room for a week with a view of the lake and the Tetons, a job and a new radiator hose.
I missed lunch, and thats a step back there. Thats okay, too. I was too busy cooking to eat, and Ill make up for it.
Its a good day, April fifteenth. Im going to work.
She shut down, then tucked her phone, her keys, drivers license and three dollars of what she had left in her pockets. Grabbing a jacket, she headed for the door.
Before she opened it, Reece checked the peep, scanned the empty hall. She checked her locks twice, cursed herself and checked a third time before she went back to her kit to tear a piece of Scotch tape off her roll. She pressed it over the door, well below eye level, before she walked to the door for the stairs.
She jogged down, counting as she went. After a quick debate, she left her car parked. Walking would save her gas money, even though it would be dark when she finished her shift.
Couple of blocks, that was all. Still, she fingered her key chain, and the panic button on it.
Maybe she should go back and get the car, just in case. Stupid, she told herself. She was nearly there. Think about now, not about later. When nerves began to bubble, she pictured herself at the grill. Good strong kitchen light, music from the jukebox, voices from the tables. Familiar sounds, smells, motion.
Maybe her palm was clammy when she reached for the door of Joanies, but she opened it. And she went inside.
The same waitress shed spoken to during the lunch shift spotted her, wiggled her fingers in a come-over motion. Reece stopped by the booth where the woman was refilling the condiment caddy.
Joanies back in the storeroom. She said I should give you a quick orientation when you came in. We got a lull, then the early birds will start coming in soon. Im Linda-gail.”
Reece.”
First warning. Joanie doesnt tolerate idle hands. She catches you loitering, shell jump straight down your back and bite your ass.” She grinned when she said it in a way that made her bright blue eyes twinkle, deepened dimples in her cheeks. She had doll-baby blond hair to go with it, worn in smooth French braids.
She had on jeans, a red shirt with white piping. Silver and turquoise earrings dangled from her ears. She looked, Reece thought, like a western milkmaid.
I like to work.”
You will, believe me. This being Saturday night, well be busy. Youll have two other wait staff workingBebe and Juanita. Mattll bus, and Petes the dishwasher. You and Joaniell be manning the kitchen, and shell have a hawk eye on you. You need a break, you tell her, and you take it. Theres a place in the back for your coat and purse. No purse?”
No, I didnt bring it.”
God, I cant step a foot outside the house without mine. Come on then, Ill show you around. Shes got the forms you need to fill out in the back. I guess youve done this kind of work before, the way you jumped in with both feet today.”
Yeah, I have.”
Restrooms. We clean the bathrooms on rotation. Youve got a couple of weeks before you have that pleasure.”
Cant wait.”
Linda-gail grinned. You got family around here?”
No. Im from back East.” Didnt want to talk about that, didnt want to think about that. Who handles the fountain drinks?”
Wait staff. We get crunched, you can fill drink orders. We serve wine and beer, too. But mostly people want to drink, they do it over at Clancys. Thats about it. Anything else you want to know, just give me a holler. Ive got to finish the setups or Joaniell squawk. Welcome aboard.”
Thanks.”
Reece moved into the kitchen, took an apron.
A good, wide solid ledge, she told herself. A good place to stand until it was time to move again. 2
LINDA-GAIL was right, they were busy. Locals, tourists, hikers, a scatter of people from a nearby campground who wanted an indoor meal. She and Joanie worked with little conversation while the fryers pumped out steam and the grill spewed heat.
At some point, Joanie stuck a bowl under Reeces nose. Eat.”
Oh, thanks, but”
You got something against my soup?”
No.”
Sit down at the counter and eat. Its slowed down some and youve got a break coming. Ill put it on your tab.”
Okay, thanks.” The fact was, now that she thought about eating food instead of just preparing it, she realized she was starving. A good sign, Reece decided as she took a seat at the end of the counter.
It gave her a view of the diner, and the door.
Linda-gail slid a plate over to her with a sourdough roll and two pats of butter on it. Joanie said you need the carbs. Want some tea with that?”
Perfect. I can get it.”
Im in the mode. Youre quick,” she added as she brought over a cup. After a glance over her shoulder, she leaned closer and grinned. Quicker than Joanie. And you plate food pretty. Some of the customers commented on it.”
Oh.” She wasnt looking for comments or attention. Just a paycheck. I didnt mean to change anything.”
Nobodys complaining.” Linda-gail tilted her head with a smile that showed off her dimples. Kind of jumpy, arent you?”
I guess I am.” Reece sampled the soup, pleased that the broth had a subtle bite. No wonder this place stays busy. This soups as good as anything youd get in a five-star.”
Linda-gail glanced back toward the kitchen, assured herself Joanie was occupied. Some of us have a bet going. Bebe thinks youre in trouble with the law. She watches a lot of TV, that one. Juanita thinks youre running from an abusive husband. Matthew, being seventeen, just thinks about sex. Me, I think you just got your heart broken back East. Any of us hit?”
No, sorry.” There was a little twinge of anxiety at the idea the others were speculating, but she reminded herself that restaurants were full of little dramas and a lot of gossip. Im just at loose ends, just traveling.”
Something in there,” Linda-gail said with a shake of her head. To my eye you got heartbreak written all over you. And speaking of heartbreakers, here comes Long, Dark and Handsome now.”
He was long, Reece thought as she followed the direction of Linda-gails gaze. A couple inches or so over six feet. Shed give him dark, too, with the shaggy jet hair and olive complexion. But she wasnt sold on handsome.
It was a word that meant slick and classy to her mind, and this man was neither. Instead, there was a rough, rugged look about him with a scruff of beard over rawboned features. Something rougher yet, to her mind, about the hard line of his mouth and the way his eyes tracked around the room. There was nothing slick about the battered leather jacket, faded jeans or worn-down boots.
Not the cowboy type, she decided, but one who looked like he could handle himself outdoors. He looked strong, and maybe just a little mean.
Names Brody,” Linda-gail said in undertones. Hes a writer.”
Oh?” She relaxed a little. Something in his stance, his absolute awareness of the room, had said cop to her. Writer was better. Easier. What kind?”
He does magazine articles and like that, and hes had three books published. Mysteries. Fits, too, because thats what he is. A mystery.”
She flipped her hair back, shifted her angle so she could watch out of the corner of her eye as Brody strode to an empty booth. Word is he used to work for a big newspaper in Chicago and got fired. He rents a cabin on the other side of the lake, keeps to himself, mostly. But he comes in here three times a week for dinner. Tips twenty percent.”
She turned back to Reece as Brody sat. How do I look?”
Terrific.”
One of these days Im going to figure out how to get him to hit on me, just to satisfy my curiosity. But for now, Ill take the twenty percent.”
Linda-gail wandered toward the booth, drawing her pad out of her pocket. From where she sat, Reece could hear her cheerful greeting.
How you doing, Brody? What do you have in mind for tonight?”
While she ate, Reece watched the waitress flirt, and the man Brody order without consulting the menu. When she turned away, Linda-gail shot Reece an exaggeratedly dreamy look. Even as Reeces lips quivered in response, Brody shifted his gaze, locked in on her face.
The full-on stare made her stomach jump. Even when she quickly averted her eyes she could feel his on her, rudely, deliberately probing. For the first time since shed begun her shift, she felt exposed and vulnerable.
She pushed off the stool, stacked her dishes. Fighting the urge to look over her shoulder, she carried them back into the kitchen.
HE ORDERED the elk chops and whiled away the wait-time with a bottle of Coors and a paperback. Someone had paid for Emmylou Harris on the jukebox, and Brody let the music hum in the back of his mind.
He wondered about the brunette and that look in her eye. Richard Adams had coined the word tharn inWatership Down. Good word, he thought, and one that suited the new cook with her sudden, frozen stillness.
From what he knew of Joanie Parks, the brunette wouldnt have a job if she wasnt competent. He suspected Joanie had a soft heart under the shell, but that shell was thick and prickly, and didnt suffer fools.
Of course, he had only to ask the little blonde and hed get chapter and verse on the newcomer. But then it would circle around that hed asked, then others would ask him what he thought, what he knew. He knew how places like Angels Fist worked, and the fuel of talk they ran on.
It would take a little longer to find out about her without asking, but there would be murmurs and comments, rumors and speculation. He had a good ear for that sort of thing when he was in the mood for it.
She had a fragile look about her, the sort that could turn on a dime to brittle. He wondered why.
Still, from his vantage point he could see hed been right about competency. She worked steadily, in that professional cooks way that made it seem to him she had an extra pair of hands tucked away somewhere.
It might have been her first day on the job here, but hed lay odds it wasnt her first in a restaurant kitchen. Sinceat least for nowshe was more interesting than his book, he continued to watch her work while he nursed his beer.
Not attached to anyone from town, he decided. Hed lived there the best part of a year and if anyones long-lost daughter, sister, niece, third cousin twice removed was due to breeze in, hed have gotten wind. She didnt look like a drifter to him. More like a runner, he mused. That was what hed seen in her eyes, the wariness, the readiness to leap and dash at a moments notice.
And when she moved to set a finished order in line, those eyes flicked in his directionjust a flick, then away again. Before she turned back to the grill, the door opened, and her gaze shifted there. The smile flashed onto her face so quickly, so unexpectedly, Brody actually blinked. Everything about her changed, went lighter, softer, so that he saw there was moreat least the potential for morethan fragile beauty tucked away in there.
When he looked over to see what had caused that mile-wide smile, he saw Mac Drubber shooting her a grin and a wave.
Maybe hed been wrong about that local connection.
Mac slid into the booth across from him. Hows it going?”
Cant complain.”
Got a hankering to eat something I dont have to fry up myself. What looks good tonight?” He waited a beat, wiggled his eyebrows. Besides the new cook?”
I ordered the chops. Dont see you in here on Saturday nights, Mac. Youre a creature of habit, and thats Wednesdays, spaghetti special.”
Didnt feel like opening a can, and I wanted to see how the girl was doing. Limped into town today with a broken radiator hose.”
All you had to do was wait five minutes or so, Brody thought, and information fell into your lap. Is that so?”
Next thing you know, shes working here. Youdve thought shed won the lottery by the look on her face. Comes from back East. Boston. Got herself a room at the hotel. Names Reece Gilmore.”
He stopped when Linda-gail brought Brodys plate to the table.
Hi there, Mr. Drubber, hows it going? What can I get you tonight?”
Mac leaned over to take a closer look at Brodys plate. That looks pretty damn good.”
The new cooks a real hand. You let me know how you like those chops, Brody. Get you anything else?”
Take another beer.”
Coming right up. Mr. Drubber?”
Ill take a Coke, honey, and the same thing my friend heres having. Those chops look good enough to eat.”
They did, Brody thought, and were presented with a generous portion of scalloped potatoes and lima beans. The food was artistically arranged on the plain white plate, unlike the haphazard mounds Joanie normally served up.
Saw you out in the boat the other day,” Mac commented. Catch anything?”
Wasnt fishing.” He cut into one of the chops, sampled.
Thats one of the things about you, Brody. You go on out on the lake now and then but you dont fish. Go out in the woods now and then but you dont hunt.”
If I caught anything or shot anything, Id have to cook it.”
Theres that. Well?”
Its good.” Brody cut another bite. Pretty damn good.”
Since Mac Drubber was one of the few people Brody would voluntarily spend an evening with, he loitered over his coffee while Mac finished plowing through his own meal. Beans taste different. Fancier. Got to say better, too, but you repeat that where Joanie gets wind, Ill call you a stinking liar.”
Shes putting up at the hotel, she may not be planning on staying long.”
Booked a week.” Mac liked knowing what went on, and who it went on about, in his town. He not only ran the mercantile, he was mayor. Gossip, he liked to think, was part of his duties. Truth is, Brody, I dont think the girl has much money.” He wagged his fork at Brody before stabbing the last of the beans. Paid cash for the radiator hose, and the hotel, I hear.”
No credit cards, Brody mused, and wondered if the mystery woman was running under the radar. Could be she doesnt want to leave a trail for someone, or something, to follow.”
You got a suspicious mind.” Mac worked off the last sliver of elk from the bone. And if she doesnt, shell have a reason for it. Shes got an honest face.”
And you have a romantic bent. Speaking of romance.” Brody cocked his head toward the door.
The man who came in wore Levis and a chambray shirt under a black barn coat. He accented it with snakeskin boots, a Sam Brown belt and a stone-gray Stetson in a way that screamed cowboy.
Sandy, sun-streaked hair curled under his hat. He had a smooth, even-featured face set off by a shallowly clefted chin and light blue eyes that, everyone knew, he used as often as possible to charm the ladies.
He swaggeredthere was no other way to describe the deliberate, rolling gaitto the counter and perched on a stool.
Los coming round to see if the new girls worth his time.” Mac shook his head, scooped up the last of his potatoes. You cant help but like Lo. Hes an affable sort, but I hope shes got more sense.”
Part of the entertainment Brody had enjoyed in and around the Fist the past year was watching Lo knock over women like tenpins. Ten bucks says he sweet-talks her, and she adds a notch to his bedpost before the end of the week.”
Macs brows knit in disapproval. Thats no way to talk about a nice girl like that.”
You havent known her long enough to be so sure shes a nice girl.”
I say she is. So Im going to take that bet, just so it costs you.”
Brody gave a half laugh. Mac didnt drink, he didnt smoke, and if he chased women he didnt do it where anyone noticed. And Brody found his slightly puritanical bent part of his charm. Its just sex, Mac.” Then he let out a full grin when the tips of Macs ears went red. You remember sex, dont you?”
I got a vague recollection of the process.”
In the kitchen, Joanie set a piece of apple pie on the work counter. Take a break,” she ordered Reece. Eat the pie.”
Im not really hungry, and I need to”
Didnt ask if you were hungry, did I? Eat the pie. No charge on it. Its the last of the dish, and it wont be any good tomorrow anyway. You see the one just sat down at the counter?”
The one who looks like he just rode in off the trail?”
That would be William Butler. Goes by Lo. Thats short for Lothario, which he got labeled with when he was a teenager and proceeded in making it his lifes work to bed every female within a hundred miles.”
Okay.”
Now on most Saturday nights, Lo would have himself a hot date, or hed be hanging out down at Clancys with his pals, trying to decide which heifer to cut out of that particular herd. Hes come in here to get a look at you.”
Because she didnt see she had any real choice, Reece began to eat the pie. I dont imagine theres much to see at this point.”
Regardless, youre new, youre female, young and, as far as it goes, unattached. To give him his due, Lo doesnt poach on married women. You see hes flirting with Juanita now, who he was banging like a drum over a few weeks last winter, until he shifted his sights to some snow bunnies who came around to ski.”
Joanie grabbed the huge mug of coffee that was always close at hand. Boys got charm to spare. Ive never known any woman hes rolled off of to hold it against him when he buttons his jeans and strolls off.”
And youre telling me this because you assume hell be rolling off me some night?”
Just letting you know how it is.”
Got it. And dont worry, Im not looking for a mantemporarily or permanently. Especially one who uses his penis as a divining rod.”
Joanie let out a bark of laughter. Hows the pie?”
Its good. Really good. I never asked about the baking. Is that done on the premises, or do you buy from a local bakery?”
I do the baking.”
Really?”
Now youre thinking Im better at that than the grill. And youd be right. How about you?”
Not my strong suit, but I can give you a hand when you need it.”
Ill let you know.” She flipped a pair of burgers, then dumped fries and beans on the plates with them. Joanie was tossing the pickles and tomatoes on the plates when Lo sauntered back into the kitchen.
William.”
Ma.” He bent, kissed the top of her head while Reeces stomach sank.
Ma, she thought, and shed made a crack about his penis.
Heard you were classing up the place.” He sent Reece a slow, easy smile before he tipped back the beer hed carried back with him. Friends call me Lo.”
Reece. Nice to meet you. Ill take those, Joanie.” Reece grabbed the plates, took them to the line. And noted with annoyance that for the first time all night, there were no tickets waiting to be filled.
Shutting down the kitchen shortly,” Joanie told her. You go ahead and clock out, head out. I got you on first shift tomorrow, so you be here by six, sharp.”
All right. Sure.” She started to untie her apron.
Ill drive you down to the hotel.” Lo set his half-full beer aside. Make sure you get there safe.”
Oh, no, dont bother.” Reece glanced toward his mother, hoping for some help in that quarter, but Joanie had already turned away to shut down the fryers. Its not far. Im fine, and Id like a walk anyway.”
Fine, Ill walk you. Got a coat?”
Argue, she decided, and it was rude. Dont argue, and tread on thin ice. Shed have to tread. Without a word, she got her jean jacket. Ill be here at six.”
She mumbled her goodbyes, started toward the door. She could feel the writerBrodystaring holes in her back. Why was he still here anyway?
Lo opened the door for her, then stepped out after her.
Cool tonight. Sure youre going to be warm enough?”
Im fine. It feels good after the heat in the kitchen.”
I bet it does. Youre not letting my ma work you too hard now, are you?”
I like to work.”
I bet you were busy tonight. Why dont I buy you a drink so you can unwind a little. And you can tell me the story of your life.”
Thanks, but the storys not worth the price of a drink, and Ive got the early shift tomorrow.”
Supposed to be a pretty day.” His voice was as lazy as his gait. Why dont I pick you up when you get off? Ill show you around. No better guide in Angels Fist, I can promise you. And I can bring references documenting Im a gentleman.”
He had a great smile, she had to admit it, and a look in his eyes that was as seductive as a hand stroking along the skin.
And he was the bosss son.
Thats awfully nice of you, but since I only know a handful of peopleand those less than a dayyou could forge those references. Id better pass, and take tomorrow to settle in a little.”
Rain check, then.”
When he took her arm, she jumped, and his voice lowered to soothe as if she were a spooked horse. Easy now, Im just slowing you down. Can tell by the way you walk like youre late for an appointment youre from back East. Take a minute, look up there. Thats a sight, isnt it?”
Her heart was still beating too fast for comfort, but she looked up. And there, above the ragged shadows of the mountains, hung a full, white moon.
Stars exploded around it, as if someone had loaded a shotgun with diamonds and blasted away. Their light turned the icing of snow on the peaks an eerie blue, and dashed the crevices and gullies into deep, rich shadow.
This, she thought, was what she missed when she allowed nerves to hunch her over, to force her gaze to the ground. And though she might have wished shed had this moment alone, she had to give credit to Lo for making her stop, making her look.
Its beautiful. The guidebook I bought called the mountains majestic, and I thought no. When I saw them before, I thought not majestic but tough and rugged. But thats how they look now. Majestic.”
There are spots up there that you have to see to believe, and they change, even while youre looking. This time of year, if you go up, stand by the river, you can hear the rocks clack in the spring runoff. Take you on a ride up. Nothing better than seeing the Tetons on horseback.”
I dont ride.”
I can teach you.”
She began to walk again. Scenic guide, riding instructor.”
Thats what I do, mostly, out of the Circle K. Guest ranch about twenty miles out. I can get the cook there to pack up a nice picnic, get you a gentle mount. Can promise you a day youll write home about.”
Im sure you would.” Shed like to hear the rocks clack, and see the moraines and meadows. And right now, with that spectacular moonlight, it was almost tempting to let him show her. Ill think about it. Heres my stop.”
Ill walk you up.”
You dont have to do that. Im”
My mother taught me to walk a lady right to her door.”
He took her arm again, casually, and opened the door to the hotel. He smelled, she noticed, appealingly of leather and pine.
Evening, Tom,” he called out to the clerk on night duty.
Lo. Maam.”
And Reece saw the ghost of a smirk in the clerks eyes.
When Lo turned toward the elevator, Reece pulled back. Im just on the third floor. Im going to walk up.”
One of those exercise nuts, are you? Must be why you stay so slim.” But he changed direction smoothly, then pulled open the door to the stairs.
I appreciate you going to all this trouble.” She ordered herself not to panic because the stairwell seemed so much smaller with him beside her. I certainly dropped into a friendly town.”
Wyomings a friendly state. May not be many of us here, but were congenial. I heard you were from Boston.”
Yes.”
First time out this way?”
Thats right.” One more flight, then the door would open.
Taking some time off to see the country?”
Yes. Yes, thats exactly right.”
Brave thing to do, all by yourself.”
Is it?”
Shows a sense of adventure.”
She would have laughed, but she was too relieved when he held the door open for her and she stepped out into the hall on three. Im right here.” She dug out her key card, automatically glancing down to make sure the tape across the door was secured.
Before she could slide the key card into the slot, he took it from her, did the small chore himself. He opened the door, then handed the key back to her. Left all your lights on,” he commented. TV running.”
Oh, I guess I did. Overanxious to start work. Thanks, Lo, for the escort.”
My pleasure. Were going to get you up on a horse right soon. Youll see.”
She managed a smile. Ill think about it. Thanks again. Good night.”
She eased through the doorway, shut the door. Flipped the dead bolt, then hooked the safety chain. Moving to the far side of the bed, she sat where she could look out the window, at all that open space, until she no longer had to work to keep her breath even.
Steadier, she went back to check the peep to make sure the hallway was clear before she pushed a chair against the door. Once shed checked the locks again, and the sturdiness of the dresser blocking the door to the adjoining room, she got ready for bed. She set the alarm on the clock radio for five, then used her own travel alarm as a backup.
She updated her journal, then bargained with herself over how many lights she could leave burning through the night. It was her first night in a new place; she was entitled to leave the light on the desk burning, and the one in the bathroom. The bathroom didnt really count anyway. That was just for safety and convenience. She might have to get up in the middle of the night to pee.
She took her flashlight out of her knapsack, set it by the bed. There could be a power failure, caused by a fire. She wasnt the only one in the hotel, after all. Someone could fall asleep smoking in bed, or some kid could be playing with matches.
God knew.
The whole building could go up in flames at three A.M. for all she knew. Then shed have to get out quickly. Having the flashlight close was just being prepared.
The little tickle in her chest made her think longingly of the sleeping pills in her bathroom kit. Those and the antidepressants, the antianxiety medications were just a security blanket, she reminded herself. It had been months since shed taken a sleeping pill, and she was tired enough tonight to sleep without help. Besides, if there was a fire and power failure, shed be groggy and slow. End up burning to death or dying of smoke inhalation.
And the idea of that had her sitting on the side of the bed with her head in her hands cursing herself for having an overactive and foolish imagination.
Just stop it, Reece. Stop it now and go to bed. Youve got to get up early and perform basic functions like a normal human being.”
She made one more round with the locks before getting into bed. She lay very still, listening to her heart thud, listening for sounds from the next room, from the hallway, from outside the window.
Safe, she told herself. She was perfectly safe. There wasnt going to be a fire. A bomb wasnt going to explode. No one was going to break into her room to murder her in her sleep.
The sky was not going to fall.
But she kept the TV on low and used the old black-and-white melodrama to lull her to sleep.
THE PAIN WAS so shocking, so vicious, she couldnt scream over it. The black, the anvil of black plummeted onto her chest to trap her. It crushed her lungs so she couldnt breathe, couldnt move. The hammer beat on that anvil, pounding her head, her chest, slamming, slamming down on her. She tried to gasp for air, but the pain was too much, and the fear was beyond even the pain.
They were out there, outside in the dark. She could hear them, hear the glass shattering, the explosions. And worse, the screaming.
Worse than the screaming, the laughing.
Ginny? Ginny?
No, no, dont cry out, dont make a sound. Better to die here in the dark than for them to find her. But they were coming, they were coming for her, and she couldnt hold back the whimpers, couldnt stop her teeth from chattering.
The sudden light was blinding, and the wild screams that burst in her head came out as feral growls.
Weve got a live one.”
And she slapped and kicked weakly at hands that reached for her.
Woke in a sweat, with those growls in her throat as she grabbed for the flashlight and gripped it like a weapon.
Was someone there? Someone at the door? At the window?
She sat shivering, shaking, ears straining for any sound.
An hour later, when her alarms beeped, she was sitting up in bed, the flashlight still in her hand, and every light in the room burning. 3
AFTER THE GUT-SHOT of panic, it was hard to face the kitchen, the people, the pretense of being normal. But not only was she essentially broke, shed given her word. Six oclock sharp.
Her only other choice was to go back, retreat, and all the months shed been inching forward would be wiped away. One phone call, she knew, and shed be rescued.
And shed be done.
She took it a step at a time. Getting dressed was a victory, leaving the room another. Stepping outside and aiming her feet toward the diner was a small personal triumph. The air was coldwinter still had a few bites leftso her breath puffed out visibly in the shimmer of predawn. The mountains were dark and sturdy silhouettes against the sky now that the nights fat moon had sunk below the peaks. And she could see a long, low blanket of fog spread out at their feet. Fingers of mist rose from the lake and whisked around the leafless trees, thin as fairy wings.
In the chilly dark, it all looked so fanciful, so still, so perfectly balanced. Her heart jumped once as something slid out of those mists. Then settled again as she saw it was just an animal.
Moose, elk, deer, she couldnt be sure at this distance. But whatever it was seemed to glide, and the mists tattered around it as it moved closer to the lake.
As it bent its head to drink, Reece heard the first chorus of birdsong. Part of her wanted to just sit down, right on the sidewalk, and be quietly alone to watch the sun rise.
Soothed, she began to walk again. Shed have to face the kitchen, the people, the questions that always circled around the new face in any job. She couldnt afford to be late, to be nervous, and God knew she didnt want to draw any more attention to herself than absolutely necessary.
Stay calm, she ordered herself. Stay focused. To help her do just that she recited snatches of poetry in her head, concentrating on the rhythm of the words until she realized she was murmuring them out loud, and cringed. No one around to hear, she reminded herself, and the distraction got her to the door of Angel Food.
The lights burned bright inside, easing some of the tension in her shoulders. She could see movement insideJoanie, already in the kitchen. Did the woman ever sleep?
She had to knock on the door, Reece told herself. Knock, put a smile on her face, wave. Once she took this next step, once she pushed herself inside, shed drown this anxiety in the work.
But her arm felt like lead and refused to move. Her fingers were too stiff, too cold to curl themselves into a fist. She stood where she was, feeling stupid, useless, helpless.
Problem with the door?”
She jolted, swung around. And there was Linda-gail slamming the drivers door of a sturdy little compact.
No. No. I was just”
Zoning? You dont look as if you got much sleep last night.”
I guess I was. I guess I didnt.”
The already cold air chilled with every step Linda-gail took toward her. The bright blue eyes, so friendly the day before, were aloof, dismissive. Am I late?”
Surprised you showed up at all with the night you mustve put in.”
Reece thought of huddling in bed, gripping the flashlight, listening. Listening. How do you”
Los got a reputation for endurance.”
Lo? I dontOh!” Surprise laced with amusement jumped right over the nerves. No, we didntI didnt. God, Linda-gail, I met him for like ten minutes. I have to know a guy at least an hour before I test his endurance.”
Linda-gail lowered the hand shed lifted to the door, narrowed her eyes at Reece. You didnt go to bed with Lo?”
No.” This, at least, she could handle. Did I break some secret town tradition? Am I going to be fired? Arrested? If being a skank is part of the job requirement, it shouldve been made clear up front and I should be making more than eight an hour.”
That clause is voluntary. Sorry.” Through a flush, the dimples winked. Really sorry. I shouldnt have assumed and jumped on you just because you left together.”
He walked me back to the hotel, suggested a drink, which I didnt want, and shifted to showing me the area, which I can see for myself, then maybe a trail ride. I dont ride, but I may give that part a try. He gets a ten on the cute-factor scale, and another ten on behavior and manners. I didnt realize you two had a thing.”
A thing? Me and Lo?” Linda-gail made a dismissive blowing sound. We dont. Im probably the only single female under fifty in a hundred miles who hasnt slept with him. A sluts a slut in my book, whether theyre a man or a woman.”
She shrugged, then once again studied Reeces face. Anyway, you really do look worn out.”
Didnt sleep well, thats all. First night in a new place, new job. Nerves.”
Put them away,” Linda-gail ordered as she opened the door, and the warmth was back in her eyes. Were not scary around here.”
Wondered if you two were going to stand out there and gab all day. Im not paying you to gossip.”
Its five after six, for Gods sake, Joanie. Dock me. Oh, speaking of pay, heres your share of last nights tips, Reece.”
My share? I didnt wait any tables.”
Linda-gail pushed the envelope into Reeces hands. Shop policy, the cook gets ten percent of the tips. We get tipped for service, but if the foods crap, were not going to make as much.”
Thanks.” Not completely broke, Reece thought as she stuffed the envelope in her pocket.
Dont spend it all in one place.”
If youre finished passing the time now?” Joanie folded her arms at the counter. Get those breakfast setups going, Linda-gail. Reece, you think youre ready to get your skinny ass back here and work?”
Yes, maam. Oh, and just to clear the air,” she added as she rounded the counter for an apron, your sons very charming, but I slept alone last night.”
Boy must be slipping.”
I couldnt say. I intend to continue to sleep alone while Im in Angels Fist.”
Joanie set aside a bowl of pancake batter. Dont like sex?”