“ No.”
“ What are you going to do about it?” Harpine looked out the window, scanning the land below.
“ First we’re going to slow her down.” Rick pulled back on the yoke, but not enough to stall out, then added full flaps. The plane slowed, like a reined in horse, from just over a hundred to eighty.
“ Shit,” Harpine said.
“ You can say that again.” Rick shoved in left the rudder, turned the ailerons to the right and put the Cessna into a side slip.
“ Mother fuck!” Harpine said as the plane, losing lift, lost altitude.
“ It’ll be okay.” Rick kept the nose pointed to the place where the dirt track intersected the road, with one eye on the spot where he planned on touching down, the other on the altimeter.
“ You gonna land it on the dirt road?”
“ Yeah.” They were still in the slip, dropping fast.
“ You can do it. I got faith,” Harpine said, voice gone quiet.
“ Where’d that come from?”
“ What, my faith in your flying? I admit I mighta been doubting you before, but I believe in you now.”
“ That’s good to know,” Rick said.
“ Well, I don’t have much choice, consider the alternative.”
“ Very reassuring, Chief.” Rick edged the plane a little to the right, keeping it lined up with where he wanted to put it down.
“ Just trying to be honest. I don’t wanna cause you to fuck up here.”
“ We’re gonna be fine,” Rick said with a confidence he didn’t feel.
“ Getting low,” Harpine said.
“ Yeah, were at a hundred feet. I’m leveling off,” Rick said, for his benefit as well as Harpine’s. He looked at the airspeed indicator. “Seventy-five miles an hour, too fast.”
“ Don’t seem that fast.” Harpine seemed calm now.
“ We must be headed into the wind, that’s good.” Rick took the plane out of the slip, then pulled back slightly on the yoke. “Forty-feet, thirty-five, Thirty, Twenty.” He pulled back some more, pulling it into the landing flare.
“ Fifteen feet, Ten, Five,” this time it was Harrison Harpine calling out the numbers.
“ Grab your socks!” Rick yelled out.
“ And kiss your ass goodbye!” Harpine shouted.
They touched down with a teeth chattering thump. Rick stiffened his legs, fighting to keep the plane headed in a straight line. He stood on the brakes, then released the pressure, then stood on them again. The cabin was closing fast. He wasn’t going to make it.
He looked up in time to see an excited couple coming out of the house. He pulled his left foot off the peddles and pushed hard with his right. The plane spun right, into the trees, with a tearing sound and a sudden stop. Somehow he’d managed to stick the nose between two of the tall pines. The trees grabbed at the wings, ripping them off and stopping the plane. He didn’t have to shut down the engine, he had landed on vapor. They were alive but the plane was finished.
“ Holy Mother of God, we made it!” Harpine whooped.
“ Are you okay?” the throaty voice belonged to an old man who had pulled Rick’s door open.
“ I think so.”
“ You two better get out of there.”
“ What time is it?” Rick asked.
“ Seven in the AM,” the man said.
“ My door’s stuck,” Harpine said, surprisingly calm.
Rick unbuckled and jumped to the ground.
“ I need some help getting out of here!” Harpine wailed, the calm gone.
“ You hurt in there mister?” the old man said.
“ I just want out!” Harpine said.
Rick moved around to Harpine’s side of the plane. The old man followed.
“ I’ll push and you pull,” Harpine said, voice gaining an octave.
Rick grabbed onto the handle, turned it and pulled. The door popped. Rick and the old man jumped back as Harrison Harpine came tumbling out, landing on his side on the wet, early morning earth. Rick offered him a hand up. Harpine grabbed it in a Viking grip and Rick pulled him from the dew damp ground.
“ We are a pair of lucky, sons-of-bitches!” Harpine said, relief flooding through his voice.
“ Okay, Chief, you’re alive, now I gotta go,” Rick said. Then to the old man. “I have thirty minutes to get to the pier.”
“ Mister, why didn’t you put down at the airport?”
“ I’ll give you five hundred dollars if you get me to the Seawolf before it sails.”
“ I’ll get the car.”
“ Nate, don’t you want to know why he put down here and why he’s in such a hurry?” the woman asked. She’d been standing behind the man when he’d opened Rick’s door. She was thin and frail, with gray flecked auburn hair and crystal green eyes. It was easy to see that she’d been a looker in her time.
“ Nope. Five hundred dollars is all I need to know.” Nate was thin, too, but wiry, with muscles that hadn’t gone to seed. His eyes were as green as hers and just as penetrating.
“ I wanna know,” Harpine said.
“ You got a gun, Chief?” Rick asked.
“ No, I don’t carry when I fly, too much of a hassle.”
“ What about your plane?” the woman asked, ignoring Harpine.
“ I’ll give you another five hundred for the inconvenience and I’ll come back in a couple of days and take care of getting it removed.”
“ Get the car, Nate!” the woman said and the man limped around the house to the garage in back.
“ No one’s going anywhere,” Harpine said.
Nate ignored him, continuing on toward the garage.
“ You have to understand,” she told Rick after her husband was out of earshot, “we live off of Nate’s Social Security. We don’t get any other money. If his brother didn’t let us live in this cabin, I don’t know what we’d do. A thousand dollars is a lot of money to us.”
“ It’s a lot of money to me, too.”
“ What’s so important about getting to the fishing boat?” Harpine asked.
“ It’s personal.” Rick turned back to the plane, reached across his seat and took out the caged bird.
“ What do you have there?” the woman asked.
“ A bird that’s going to carry a very important message.” He fished into a side pocket on the pilot’s door and pulled out Christina’s log book. Looked around in the pocket some more and pulled out a couple of charts. He tossed them on the seat, reached in the pocket again, coming out with a short stub of a pencil. He ripped part of a page out of the log, held it against the plane and wrote:
Judy,
J.P. kidnapped. Am coming with the Wolf. Phone may be tapped. Meet me. Bring the GUN.
Rick
“ What’s that all about?” Harpine asked, reading over his shoulder.
“ Not now, Chief,” Rick said and something in his voice held Harpine in check for a few seconds while Rick tore off the top of the page containing the message and rolled it into a tight ball. He took the racing homer out of the cage and opened the capsule that was affixed to the bird’s leg and inserted the message.
“ Go home, Dancer.” He released his grip on the bird.
He looked up with his left hand, shielding his eyes and watched Dancer fly into the sun and start a great circle, but before completing the three-sixty the bird got his bearing and took off in the direction of Tampico.
