woods, alongside the path between here and Drago. I saw something in the brush and went over to look. Roy, it was her head. Just her head.' Karyn broke off as she heard her voice begin to rise, and tried to will herself to be calm.
Roy took the collar from her and held it gingerly. 'Poor Karyn, that must have been awful for you.'
Karyn chewed her lip, wanting to tell him the rest, but wanting to sound in control.
'It looks like Anton Gadak was right,' Roy said. 'Some damned coyote got her. It's a rotten shame.'
Karyn shook her head from side to side. 'No.'
'What do you mean?'
'It was something else. I… I think it followed me.'
'Followed you
She nodded.
Roy spun away from her and strode to the door. He pulled it open and stepped outside. After a minute he came back in. 'There's no sign of anything out there. What was it you thought you saw?'
'I'm not sure. Somebody… an animal… something.'
She saw his face change. The look of deep concern faded into one of doubt.
'Why don't you go in and lie down, Karyn? I'll make you a hot toddy.'
She leaped to her feet and faced him. 'I don't want to lie down. And I don't want a goddam hot toddy. Something is out there, Roy. It followed me home through the woods.'
'We'll go out and have a look in the morning,' he said in a voice meant to be soothing. 'Things never seem so frightening in the daylight.'
'Damn you, Roy, don't patronize me!' Unable to stop herself, Karyn flailed at Roy's chest with her fists. 'I'm not a child! I'm not hysterical!' Even as the words came out Karyn realized how childish and hysterical they sounded. Her body shook uncontrollably and she began to cry.
Roy wrapped his arms around her, and it felt good to be held.
'I'll put you to bed,' he said. 'Then I'm going for a doctor.'
Karyn tried to speak, but great wracking sobs made it impossible. Roy led her into the bedroom and helped remove her clothes. He laid her gently in the big bed and tucked the blankets in around her.
'Will you be all right?' he said. 'I'll lock the door.'
'Roy, I'm not sick.'
'Hush. You stay here and rest.'
Before Karyn could protest, he hurried out of the house, started the car, and drove off toward Drago.
Oriole Jolivet was sitting behind the counter working a jigsaw puzzle when Roy entered the store. Etienne was washing down the meat case.
'Well, Roy,' Oriole began, 'we haven't seen you in a month of Sundays. Karyn was just — '
Roy cut her off. 'I need a doctor, Oriole. Is there one in town?'
The stout woman's face sobered. 'What's the matter? Did something happen to Karyn?'
'She found the… the remains of our little dog in the woods. The shock hit her kind of hard.'
'I bet it did, the poor kid. I was saying she just left here not an hour ago. Bill Volkmann's probably home now. He's the only doctor we got, but he's a good one.'
'Can you tell me where to find him?'
'I can do better than that.' Oriole came around to the front of the counter, laying aside her apron. 'I'll ride along and show you.' She looked over at her husband, who was watching them silently. 'I'll be back directly.'
Etienne Jolivet nodded gravely. Roy and Oriole hurried out to the car.
The house Oriole directed him to was on one of the short side streets between the Jolivets' store and the road that led to Roy and Karyn's house. It was an old two-story frame building painted an uninspired brown. The lawn was well kept and the shrubbery trimmed. There were no flowers.
'Bill Volkman has lived here alone ever since his wife died in '71,' Oriole said. 'A couple times a week he'll go over to Pinyon to help out in the hospital there, but mostly he's retired now.'
They climbed the steps to the front porch and Oriole twisted the key of an old-fashioned doorbell set into the heavy oak door.
The man who opened it was tall and lean, with a narrow, aristocratic face and steel-gray hair combed back from a high forehead. He wore a suit and vest that was of good quality though at least twenty years behind current styles.
'Bill, this is Roy Beatty,' Oriole said. 'The one moved into the old Fenno place. His wife is down sick and he wanted a doctor.'
'How do you do,' said Dr. Volkmann in a deep, resonant voice. 'I'm sorry to hear Mrs. Beatty is ill. What seems to be the trouble?'
'I think it's her nerves mostly,' Roy said. 'Karyn hasn't been really well for a couple of months, and this evening she had a scare while she was walking in the woods. When she got home she was shaking and not making a lot of sense, so I put her to bed and came looking for a doctor.'
'Sounds like you did the right thing, but I'll be glad to come out and see her if you like.'
'I'd appreciate it.'
The doctor picked up his bag, an old-style black satchel, from a hall table and went out with Roy and Oriole to the car. They had little to say during the short drive to the house.
Karyn was sitting in the living room when they arrived. She was wearing a robe and had the quilt from the bed wrapped around her. She nodded a hello to Oriole.
'Karyn, this is Dr. Volkmann,' Roy said.
She smiled at him briefly. 'I hope you didn't leave anything important to come out here, Doctor. I'm really not sick.'
'Well, you don't look sick,' Volkmann said. 'And you're taking me away from nothing but a lonely house and a dull book.'
The doctor's deep voice and his dark, sensitive eyes were reassuring. Karyn relaxed a little.
'As long as I'm here, I might as well have a look at you,' he said.
'It couldn't hurt, I guess,' Karyn said. She led the way into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed while Dr. Volkmann took her temperature and blood pressure, counted her pulse, and talked quietly about nothing in particular. Roy remained in the living room with Oriole.
Volkmann smiled at her. 'Well, young lady, there doesn't seem to be anything seriously wrong.'
'I didn't think there would be,' she said, 'but it's always reassuring to hear it from a doctor. The whole thing was a case of nerves brought on by something that happened today.'
'Your husband told me what happened.' Volkmann fished in his bag and brought out two small pill bottles. 'One of these is a mild sedative and the other a tranquilizer. I want you to take one of the little white pills after meals and one of the pink capsules before going to bed at night. Will you do that?'
Karyn repeated the instructions.
'Good.' Volkmann went into the bathroom and came back with a glass of water. He shook one of the pink capsules from the bottle into her hand. 'Take this now, and you should get a good night's sleep.'
Karyn swallowed the capsule with water.
'If you run out of the medication, come and see me,' Volkmann said. 'However, I think you'll be feeling much better by that time. Much better, more relaxed, no problems.'
'Thank you, Doctor,' Karyn said. She sighed deeply, then returned his smile.
'My house is the brown one on the first road this side of the Jolivets' store. Drop in any time.'
'I may do that,' Karyn said.
'Goodnight, Mrs. Beatty.' Dr. Volkmann snapped off the light and went back into the living room. He left the door slightly ajar.
Roy broke off his conversation and turned to the doctor. 'How is she?'
'A slight nervous condition,' Volkmann said, 'aggravated by her experience in the forest today. I left her some mild medication. The best thing now is rest and quiet and living a normal life.'
'Would it help if I took her away from Drago?' Roy asked.
