The Dark Place

“Women go in the woman's house.'

Julie looked at Gideon for a translation.

'No dames,” he said.

'What am I supposed to do?'

'I think you and Gray Sparrow are supposed to have a nice gossip in her house while we boys work things out. Julie,” he said, suddenly serious, “be careful.'

'Of Gray Sparrow?'

'Of everything. People have been killed, don't forget. For all we know, they're all involved.'

His words seemed to startle her. “Do you know, I think I actually did forget? You be careful, too. Don't let Big Cheese get in back of you. He's always hanging around off to the side, as if he's waiting for his chance.'

'Believe me, I won't. Besides, I have my trusty war club now.” Actually, Gideon, too, had to keep reminding himself there was danger. The Yahi were not convincing murderers. Even Big Cheese, with all his surliness, hardly seemed about to assault him with his ax. Could the previous attack have been a misunderstanding? An error? Gideon touched his still-sore head. Some misunderstanding.

Inside the hut, with grunts and wheezing sighs, the three old Yahi sat down facing him across the fire: Keen Eagle supporting his turnip sack of a body against a bundle of spears, Startled Mouse with his ruined foot twisted under him, and Shy Buffalo, dignified and courteous. Big Cheese, as usual, lounged about to the side. Gideon shifted to keep him in view.

The jollity of the gift exchange had worn off, and the old men waited with nervous but circumspect expressions for him to speak. Gideon was suddenly and strongly put in mind of three aged and infirm rhesus monkeys, grave, scarred, and ill used by time, patiently awaiting whatever new indignities and abuses were to come.

'Noble Yahi,” he said, politely, using the old, dignified form of address. “Noble people.” So much for correct Yahi. “I have come to help you,” he went on in his own fractured version. “The saltu are your friends, not your enemies.'

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Chapter 18

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” No, I'm not kidding,” Gideon said. “They thought it sounded like the greatest thing since canned peaches.'

'Prison?” Julie said. “How could that be?'

How, indeed. He turned onto his back with his hands under his head, looking at the slice of cloudy, moonlit sky beyond the curving edge of the rocky overhang, and thought about the remarkable conversation in the hut. They were lying fully clothed in the sleeping bag, at the base of the giant boulder that shielded the village—to the consternation of the Yahi, who had been flabbergasted when they refused the hospitality of their fire-warmed huts, preferring to sleep outside.

'It is the way of the saltu,” Gideon had explained mysteriously, and they had gravely said, “Aah.'

'Actually,” Gideon said, “I hadn't wanted to talk to them about jail at all. The more I thought about it, the more insane the idea seemed. What possible purpose could it serve?'

She lay on her side, her cheek resting on her clasped hands. “I couldn't agree with you more.'

'So I started telling them we might find them a reservation: land of their own, streams to fish, animals to hunt, a place where they could have their village, live their lives in peace, and so forth.'

'You were able to say all that in Yahi?'

'Pretty much. At a kindergarten level.'

'And?'

'And they didn't know what I was talking about. They said they already had all that right now. So somehow I got to talking to them about prison. I think I was trying to explain how much better life would be on a reservation than in a prison. And'—he burst out laughing—'well, I told them that prison was a big hut made of stone... Clever, what? And they asked if it kept the rain out, and I said yes, it did. They asked if it was warm, and I said yes. They asked if it was light at night—I guess they've seen the buildings around Lake Quinault from a distance—and naturally I said it had lights. I could see the way they were looking at each other, especially Shy Buffalo and Keen Eagle, so I told them it was bad; they'd have to stay inside all the time and never go out.'

'And that didn't give them second thoughts?'

'Yes, it did. Keen Eagle asked how they could get food if they didn't go out, and I told them—'

'—someone would bring their food to them.'

'That's about the size of it. They can't wait to go.'

'That's fascinating,” Julie said. “All I did was learn how to make Yahi baskets. And I told Gray Sparrow my name, even if it's gauche. She liked it; it made her laugh. She calls me ‘Dooley.’”

'Dooley,” Gideon said. “I like it, too. She didn't tell you hers, did she?'

'No, she fell asleep after an hour, holding that silly turtle. She's really sweet, Gideon: shy, and happy, and ready to be friends. I'm glad I got a chance to meet her. I wish I could have talked to her.'