her eyes widened. Scarlett O’Hara had climbed over the driver’s seat and out of the Blazer. A gust of wind took her skimpy skirt, whipping it about incredible bare legs. She clutched the old purple sweater tight about her upper body. “Oh my,” Buck’s mother said.
Buck turned. “Yes, that’s what I wanted to tell -”
It was too late. Camilla had already put the Buick in gear. His mother blew a kiss from the open window as the car moved forward.
The big car rolled down the driveway and turned into the mountain road. Buck heard footsteps behind him.
“Was that your mother?” Scarlett Scraggs wanted to know. “You don’t look much like her.”
Buck turned. She stood with her arms wrapped around her body, curls whipping in the wind like a dark flag. Her eyes were rimmed with thick, sooty lashes, a pouty lip lifted over white teeth. Perfect teeth, he saw. When she’d probably never seen a dentist in her whole life.
“I look like my dad,” he heard himself say.
He had just realized he wasn’t going to wait for the other Scraggs sister to show up, he was going to have to do something. He could call neighboring county government services, if their offices were still open, and see if he could find a place for the Scraggs females to stay the night. Even down in Gainesville, if that was all he could get.
“Come on, I’ve got to get to the telephone,” he started to say, when something came through the snow-filled air and hit him hard on one shoulder.
Buck staggered. There was a snuffling, horrible noise that seemed to conjure up the soundtrack of all the teen slasher movies he’d ever seen. A snarling, slavering force bore him to earth.
He fell flat on his face in the driveway and hit his nose and mouth. He could feel the first trickle of blood. Buck had only breath enough for a strangled half-shout. Whatever it was, it was strong enough to hold him down so that he could hardly move. Hot breath roared in his ear.
“Don’t do it!” someone was screaming. “Demon, get off!”
With an effort, Buck pried himself to his elbows while human hands yanked at his hair, pulling his head back.
“Don’t move,” another voice was yelling. “She won’t hurt you ifn you just lie still!”
A face came into view. It was the strangest face Buck had ever seen, all huge eyes and wild hair, the head perched on a neck like a skeletal stalk. He managed to reach under him and drag his gun from the holster.
As he did so, the apparition leaned down and put her face next to his and yelled, “Scarlett, do something! He’s gonna shoot my dog!”
Four
Some unseen hand pried the nightmare thing from Buck’s back. He rolled over and sprang to his feet, gun held out in both hands and aimed at, he found, a strange, stick-thin, goblin child about ten years old wearing a ragged football jacket. She promptly flung herself on Scarlett Scraggs.
“Oh, lordee,” the ragged child sobbed, “we just nearly didn’t find you, Scarlett! Me’n Demon was watching the police station, and when we saw you get in that Blazer I knew we was goners!” She wrapped her arms around Scarlett’s waist and laid her frizzy head against her breast. “How was anybody gonna find their way following a car up this ole mountain, even with a good tracker like Demon?”
Carefully, Buck turned to cover the other target, a giant black dog that now sat with its tongue lolling out, regarding him interestedly. Buck immediately recognized the animal as the force that had sprung on him and borne him to the ground a few moments earlier.
The second thing he saw was that blood from his nose was now pouring steadily down the front of his uniform to mix with mud, snow, and a trace of engine oil from the drive. He removed one hand from his police special.38 long enough to tentatively wipe his nose. A fresh flood of red showed he’d only made it worse.
Scarlett Scraggs was talking to the ragged child. “Well, you made it, honey, you don’t have to cry,” she was saying in a surprisingly gentle voice. “But you shouldn’t have run off that way when we had that fight with that old witch. You gotta stick close, Farrie, or I’m going to lose you and Demon. Then we’ll
This, then, was the missing little sister. Buck put his gun back in his holster and straightened up.
“I’m just so glad Demon is such a good tracker,” the child sobbed. “She can find
Buck grimly regarded the dog, now lying quietly with its nose between its massive paws. “If that thig attacks me again, ids going to be the last time.” He had trouble talking because his nose was bleeding freely and he had to cover it with one hand. “Cob on, bode of you. I need to teledphone.”
Scarlett smoothed the child’s snow-flecked hair back from her face. “Farrie, you’ve been out in the cold for hours,” she clucked. “I bet you’re gonna get sick.”
Her sister clung to her, staring at Buck. “Why are we going inside his house?” she wanted to know. “What’s he going to do with us?”
“Yeds, house,” Buck ordered, pointing to it. “Got to call off APB now thad your sidster showed up.”
“Nothing,” Scarlett said to the child, “he’s not going to do anything. We’re supposed to be staying here with his mother.” She bent to take the dog by the collar. “Only his mother left.”
Buck stepped in between. “That thig’s not going in he house. It stayds outside.”
At his tone the huge dog rose to its feet, the hair on its back standing up in an unfriendly manner. Buck’s scowl had sent Farrah Fawcett Scraggs scuttling to hide behind Scarlett. “What’s wrog with her?” he demanded. “Ids she hurt?”
The look from Scarlett’s black eyes was withering. “There’s nothing wrong with my little sister!” She took the child’s hand and started for the house.
“Somethig’s wrog,” Buck insisted, following. “She limps. She been hurt?”
“She doesn’t limp!” Scarlett was pulling her sister along rather roughly. “There’s nothing wrong with Farrie. She only limps when she forgets!”
“Whed she forgets?” Buck opened the front door. A rush of wonderfully warm air reached out to them. “She only limps whed she
Scarlett pushed past him into the hallway. “Oh, it’s so
The child squeezed past him, the dog in tow.
“Dammid!” Buck snatched at the animal with his free hand but missed.
At that moment Buck knew he was going to have to do something about his injured nose and never mind the Scraggs sisters; they were in the house and safe enough for the time being. But he was a bloody mess.
He started for the kitchen to search for paper towels to stanch his nosebleed. While there, he stopped long enough to ring up a few numbers in the hope of finding the Scraggs sisters a place for the night. The neighboring county’s juvenile office was closed for the day, but he was able to get the Hardee County
