Disconcertion flickers through Dalton's eyes. He blinks it away, but not before Edwin catches it and snorts. "You think you've changed that much? You haven't, and you look too much like your brother for anyone to miss the connection. I remember you, Eric. Yes, even your name. I remember the hell you put your parents through, too, when you took off."
"He didn't--" Jacob begins, but Dalton silences him with a look. He's not going to explain more than he has to. Like in Rockton, secrets are valuable out here. They're weapons that can be used against you.
The old man's gaze flicks to me and then back to Dalton. "You think you need to hide your girl from me?"
"Well, considering I seem to remember--" Dalton cuts himself short, presumably before bringing up his mother's treatment.
I unwrap my scarf and lower my hood. Edwin eyes me, not like an old man looking at a young woman, but the hard, assessing study of a stranger.
"What's your name?" he says.
"Casey."
That snort. "I meant your family name."
"Butler."
A harder snort. "Your other family."
I give him what he wants. "My maternal grandfather's family name is Zhao." He nods, apparently satisfied that he's guessed my heritage correctly. I add, "And my maternal grandmother's family name is Navarro."
"Spanish?" There's a thread of hope in his eyes that disappears when I say, "Filipino," and the sneer that follows isn't disgust for the law that forced Filipinos to adopt Hispanic surnames. It's racism, pure and simple.
He says something in Mandarin Chinese. I just look at him, long enough that he shifts in vague discomfort, and then I say, "I was born in Canada. I didn't take Mandarin lessons growing up because my mother believed in full assimilation. I did study it in university because in spite or--or maybe because of--my mother's attitude, I am interested in my cultural heritage. But I'm Canadian. I know French better than Mandarin. I know English better still, so we'll stick to that. I came here to inform you of the death of one of your people. A man named Roger."
I don't know how much of my speech he paid attention to, but that last part gets his attention.
"I don't know his surname," I say. "He was a second-generation settler--"
"I know who you mean. He'd left the settlement, but he was still one of us."
"Then I offer my condolences. He was badly injured in the forest. We took him to Rockton and did our best to save him, but he succumbed to his injuries."
"Injured how?"
"He received multiple deep lacerations to the torso."
Edwin grunts. "One of those damned dogs, I bet." He glowers. "That town of yours should have put them down. What was it thinking, turning them loose? That it was doing them a kindness? A kindness would have been a merciful death."
I open my mouth, but he waves me to silence. "Yes, yes, I know it was before your time. Yours, too," he says to Dalton, and then adds, "So that's where you ended up? Rockton?"
"Yes."
"You like living as a slave to the man? Good thing your momma and daddy didn't live to see that. Or did they know where you went? Decide if you were that stupid, they didn't want you back?"
Dalton tenses so hard a vein pulses in his neck.
"My brother didn't choose--" Jacob begins.
"But I choose now," Dalton says, opening his jaw just enough to get the words out as he steadies his tone. "It's my choice. Living here, apparently, wasn't Roger's. He moved out, as you said. I hear he kept in touch, though, so we wanted to see if he had family or anyone who should be informed."
"His daddy passed a few years back. Sister took off down south. But everyone here knows him. I'll inform them of his passing. I appreciate you telling us yourself, Eric. Now if you want something to eat before you go, you're welcome to it. Just mind that you're civil while you're here."
"I'm not the one--" Dalton begins and then bites it off. "Actually, there's one other thing." He looks at me.
"Roger mentioned another settler before he passed," I say. "A man he grew up with. Someone named Benjamin. If he's here, I have a message to convey from Roger."
"I know who you mean. He's not here. Took off like Roger did, and in his case, we haven't seen him in about two years."