She undressed quickly, feeling sure Roy's eyes were fastened on the bite scar — broken red parentheses on the white skin of her inner thigh. She slipped into bed beside her husband and pulled up the covers. Maybe this time it would be all right.
But it was not all right. As soon as they were together in the big comfortable bed and she felt Roy's hand on her — Roy's gentle, familiar hand — a chill spread from her crotch up and throughout her body. Karyn squeezed her eyes shut and ran through all the mental tricks the doctor had given her to blot out the hateful memory of the rape. She clasped her arms about Roy's well-muscled back and pulled him down on top of her. She kissed him passionately and whispered their special love words in his ear.
She felt his body grow tense against hers. Gently he pulled away.
'Oh, Roy, what's the matter with me?'
'Nothing is the matter with you, except that you keep thinking something's the matter with you.'
'I'm so sorry.'
'Cut it out. Everything will be fine as long as we don't force it.'
She trailed her fingers slowly across his flat stomach. 'Can I do something, you know, for you?'
He shifted his body a fraction of an inch away from her. 'Never mind, honey. Get some sleep. Everything will work out.'
After that they lay together, their bodies touching, their minds miles apart.
Many hours later, in the cold, empty darkness before the dawn, Karyn heard the howling.
Chapter Four
Morning came slowly to the valley. The blackness of the bedroom lightened imperceptibly through the shades of gray, and at last a finger of sunlight jabbed through a gap in the curtains. Karyn lay wakeful for a long time waiting for Roy to stir. At last his eyes opened. He looked over at Karyn and smiled.
'Good morning,' she said, rolling on her side to kiss him lightly on the mouth. 'Sleep well?'
'Sure, I guess so. You?'
'Fine. Except for…' She hesitated, not wanting to start the day by complaining.
'Except for what?'
'Did you hear anything last night?'
'Hear what?'
'Something… like howling.'
'No, I didn't hear a thing.'
'Maybe it was the wind,' she said.
'That was probably it. Blowing over the chimney.'
'Probably.'
Roy reached over and patted her hip. 'Let's have some breakfast. Afterward we can go in and take a look at the town.'
Karyn swung lightly out of bed. 'You go ahead and take your shower and I'll start getting things set up in the kitchen.'
Together they prepared and ate a breakfast of plump country sausages, eggs over easy, muffins, home-fried potatoes, and coffee. Back in the city they seldom had more than plain toast. The food along with the crisp, piny morning air put them in an excellent mood.
Lady was given a helping of canned dogfood with a fresh egg beaten into it. She ate as hungrily as the two people, and afterward dashed eagerly outside.
'I'll get the car,' Roy said.
'Couldn't we walk into town?' Karyn said. 'It can't be more than two miles, and it's such a beautiful day.'
Roy grinned at her, his old warm grin, and Karyn felt a rush of affection for her husband. 'I keep forgetting you lived in Manhattan,' he said. 'I've never seen people walk as much as New Yorkers.'
'You wouldn't, being a Southern California boy,' Karyn replied. 'People here take the car to go to the mailbox.'
'Speaking of cars — ' Roy began.
Karyn held up a hand to stop him. 'I promise, darling, I'll take driving lessons first thing when we get back.'
'I don't mean to nag,' Roy said, 'but there are times when it could be important.'
'Yes, sir,' Karyn said with mock servility. Roy could not hold his stern expression.
They both turned as the little dog dashed in through the open door and skidded to a stop, legs braced, ready to play.
'Lady will enjoy the walk too,' Karyn said. 'Won't you, girl?'
With Lady running ahead, Karyn and Roy started down the narrow lane toward the village of Drago. They continued past the old houses which, Karyn saw, were gray and crumbling, with sagging boards and blind windows. The yards had long since gone to weeds.
'Why do you suppose the people moved out and just left these old houses to rot?' Karyn remarked uneasily.
'Who knows? Drago isn't exactly a boom town. I guess when people die or move away, nobody comes in to take their place.'
When they reached the blacktopped road, the main street of Drago, the dog stopped her forays ahead and stayed close to their feet, her ears up, eyes alert.
Karyn and Roy stopped for a moment. Sunlight filtering through the evergreen boughs gave the town a hazy, unreal appearance. The trees sighed under a gentle breeze. No one moved along the street.
'How many people are supposed to be living here?' Karyn asked. Her voice was hushed, as though she were speaking in a church. Or a cemetery.
'I don't know,' Roy answered. 'Somewhere between a hundred and two hundred.'
'Where do you suppose everybody is?'
'Maybe they sleep late.'
'Oh, there's someone now,' Karyn said.
Across the street Anton Gadak stood leaning in the doorway of a small shop. His blocky form was half-hidden in shadows. Karyn and Roy crossed the street and approached him.
'Good morning,' Roy said. 'For a while there we thought the town was closed today.'
Gadak touched the brim of his Stetson and nodded to Karyn. He spoke to Roy. 'You'll find us pretty quiet here in Drago.'
'That's fine with us,' Roy said. 'We're pretty quiet ourselves. Are there stores open?'
'You can buy groceries and most anything else down the street at the Jolivets'.' Gadak jerked a thumb toward the narrow shop behind him. 'And knicknacks you can get in here.' He touched his hat brim again and swung off down the street without waiting for further conversation.
Roy looked after him, shaking his head. 'I thought he'd never shut up.'
'How do you suppose he got to be sheriff?'
'I think it's an honorary title,' Roy said. 'The town of Drago is not incorporated.'
'Well, shall we check out the 'knicknacks'?' Karyn suggested pointing to the shop. 'They may have candles.'
There was no sign identifying the shop. A curtain was pulled across the show window, and the glass in the door was too dark to see through, giving the place an abandoned look. Roy thumbed the latch and pushed the door open. The clear tinkle of a tiny bell sounded inside. He let Karyn precede him and told Lady to stay put outside.
The interior of the shop was cluttered and dimly lit, but seemed quite clean. A faint scent of sandalwood hung in the air, mingling with the even fainter hint of herbs. A glass-fronted counter ran along one wall of the shop. All around were shelves and small tables filled with colorful and useless objects of the kind people like to give as presents, but seldom buy for themselves. There were china figurines, embroidered pillows, hurricane lamps, ceramic dishes, ornate vases, lace handkerchiefs, costume jewelry, and a collection of boxes and bottles with
