“What’s the unfinished business he mentions?”
“I don’t know,” Cork said.
“You go up there and he’ll kill you both.”
“He’s the only one who knows the truth about my wife, so it’s a chance I’m willing to take. There’s something you ought to see.” Cork jerked his head for Kosmo to follow.
“Wait here,” the sheriff said to his deputies. Inside, when he caught sight of the body strung from the rafter, Kosmo stopped as if he’d walked into a wall. “Jesus Christ. Who is it?”
“Gully. Mike’s in the stall over there. They came looking for Nightwind.”
No Voice joined them. When he saw Nightwind’s handiwork, he whistled. “Like a goddamn slaughtered cow. Who is it?”
“One of the guys shot Ellyn Grant,” Kosmo said.
“Where’s the other one?” No Voice asked.
The sheriff nodded toward the body in the stall.
No Voice couldn’t take his eyes off the bloody spectacle hung from the beam. “Lame did this out of pure meanness?”
“I got no idea what’s in his head,” Kosmo said. “Where’s your granddad, Nick?”
“At our cabin,” the kid replied. “Those men hurt him, but he’ll be all right.”
“EMTs are on their way from Hot Springs. Be here pretty soon.” Kosmo turned to Cork. “You really intend to go after Nightwind? Just you and Parmer?”
“I don’t have much choice, Sheriff. I hope you’re not thinking of trying to stop me.”
“Hold off for a while,” Kosmo said. “In three hours I could have a dozen men mounted to go with you.”
Cork shook his head. “You see those clouds. It’ll be raining pretty soon down here. That means snow in the mountains. By the time you get it all together, his trail’ll be covered. We head off now, we have a chance.”
Kosmo threw a stern look at Parmer. “You understand what you’re walking into? You could well end up just like that man there.”
Parmer said, “I understand.”
The sheriff shoved his big hands into the back pockets of his jeans and studied the mountains through the doorway of the barn. “Christ, I don’t like this.”
“I’m not exactly doing cartwheels, Sheriff,” Cork said. “But if there’s a chance of getting my wife back, I’ll do whatever I have to.”
Kosmo looked at the butchered man for half a minute, and in the quiet as he considered, the only sounds were the snorts of the horses and the ripples of their flanks as they shook off the flies.
“It’s still a free country, O’Connor, and I don’t suppose I’ve got any legal way to keep you from going. But let me give you a few things that’ll help.”
Outside, he took two ballistic vests from the trunk of his cruiser and gave one to each of them.
“Got these babies through a special Homeland Security grant. They provide Level Three protection. They’ll stop anything up to a. 308 caliber, full metal jacket round. Unless Nightwind has armor-piercing ammo, you’re covered.”
He also gave Cork a Falcon II handheld radio. The last thing he offered was a topographic map of the area.
“I’m going to maintain a command post here at Nightwind’s place. Take care of that radio. It’s set on our search and rescue frequency. Provided you’re somewhere high enough that the topography doesn’t block the signal, we’ll hear you.”
“We’ve both got cell phones,” Parmer said.
“Yeah, well, good luck getting a signal in the Absarokas. However you do it, keep me apprised of your situation as best you can.”
“All right,” Cork said. He looked to Nick. “You willing to show us that trailhead your granddad talked about?”
“Yes. It’s not an official trail or anything, it’s just how Lame goes into the mountains. But it leads to a national forest trail that begins north of Dubois and cuts into the Washakie Wilderness. It’s not a good trail, and it’s hard going. Almost nobody but Lame ever follows it.”
“Can you show us?” Cork said, and he unfolded the topographic map Kosmo had provided.
It took Nick a minute to orient himself, and then he said, “It kind of runs like this and will take you right to the base of Heaven’s Keep.”
Cork folded the map and slipped it among his gear. He and Parmer mounted, and Cork swung Nick up behind him. Under a threatening sky, they rode away.
FORTY-FOUR
They dropped the kid a couple of miles beyond the cabin where the trail-a thin, bare line in the coarse grass- led along a stream through a stand of lodgepole pines.
“Follow the stream,” Nick said. “It’ll take you maybe five miles into the mountains to a pond. On the other side of the pond it joins the Dubois trail. If you think you’re lost, just look for Heaven’s Keep and head toward it.”
“Thanks, Nick,” Cork said. “You’ve been a big help.”
“Lame’s not a bad man,” the kid said.
“He’s done bad things,” Cork said.
“Father Frank says that sometimes even good men do bad things.”
Parmer said, “Nick, you keep listening to Father Frank.”
“We’ve got it from here,” Cork said. “Go on back. I’m sure your grandparents need you.”
Nick stood unmoving, reluctant to abandon them, and even after Cork and Parmer had urged their horses into the pines, he remained a long time, watching.
The trail wasn’t difficult to follow. The ground was soggy from the spring melt, and Nightwind’s horse had left clear tracks in the muck. They rode all afternoon and climbed in altitude, and the air grew colder and the clouds thicker and after a while a drizzle fell. They got out the ponchos they’d packed and put them on and kept riding. They began to see patches of snow in those places the sun didn’t hit. Eventually the trail became covered with slush that was full of hoofprints marking Nightwind’s passage. Late in the day it began to rain in earnest, but they rode on until they could no longer see because of the darkness.
They camped without a fire at a place where the trail broke from the heavy cover of pines and led across an alpine meadow. Just beyond the trees on the far side, the land climbed a steep slope with a rocky face that even in good daylight would have been dangerous to attempt. They positioned themselves along a stream where the horses could water. With the stub of a pencil he’d found in the pocket of his coat, Parmer had been tracking their progress on the map Kosmo had provided, and he calculated that they’d gone nearly fifteen miles. While Parmer hobbled their horses for the night, Cork tried the radio in order to report their final location, but he got only static. They settled in between two fallen trees that provided some protection and didn’t light a fire for fear Nightwind might see.
“How much farther, you think?” Parmer asked as they sat eating tuna and crackers.
“To the cabin? Only Nightwind knows that.”
“Think he knows we’re following?”
“He’d be a fool to believe that somebody wasn’t.”
“How do you think he’ll do it? If he decides to jump us, I mean?” Parmer didn’t sound nervous, just interested.
“I’ve been trying to think like Nightwind,” Cork said. “What is it he really wants out of this?”
“To get away?”
“Get away to what? The woman he loved is dead. He’s given up his ranch. And I keep thinking about that note. Unfinished business. What business?”
“I hope to God we have a chance to ask him,” Parmer said.
In the rain and without moonlight or even the ambient light of the stars, they were nearly blind. Parmer, just
