Last Night in Twisted River - Page 27

"Ketchum recommends the sawdust blower for no small number of assholes," the cook said.

"I'll bet you we're going to miss Ketchum wicked," the boy said obsessively.

"I'll bet you we do," his father agreed. "Wickedly."

"Ketchum says you can't ever dry out hemlock." Danny talked on and on. The twelve-year-old was clearly nervous about where they were going--not just Dead Woman Dam, but where they might go after that.

"Hemlock beams are good for bridges," Dominic countered.

"Hook your whiffletree as close to the load as possible," young Dan recited, from memory--for no apparent reason. "Success Pond has the biggest fucking beaver pond there is," Danny continued.

"Are you going to quote Ketchum the whole way?" his dad asked him.

"The whole way where?" the twelve-year-old asked anxiously.

"I don't know yet, Daniel."

"Hardwoods don't float very well," the boy replied, apropos of nothing.

Yes, but softwoods float pretty high, Dominic Baciagalupo was thinking. Those had been softwoods in the river drive, when Angel went under the logs. And with the wind last night, some of the topmost logs might have been blown outside the containment boom; those logs would be eddying in the overflow spillway to either side of the sluice dam. The stray logs, mostly spruce and pine, would make it hard to get Angel out of the circling water. Both the high-water shoreline and the more slowly moving water in the millpond had been formed by the dam; with any luck, they might find Angel's body there, in the shallows.

"Who would kick his own kid in the face with a caulk boot?" the distraught boy asked his dad.

"No one we'll ever see again," Dominic told his son. The sawmill at Dead Woman Dam looked abandoned, but that was just because it was Sunday.

"Tell me once more why they call it Dead Woman Dam," Danny said to his father.

"You know perfectly well why they call it that, Daniel."

"I know why you don't like to call it that," the boy quickly rejoined. "Mom was the dead woman--that's why, right?"

The cook parked the '52 Pontiac next to the loading dock at the mill. Dominic wouldn't answer his son, but the twelve-year-old knew the whole history--"perfectly well," as his dad had said. Both Jane and Ketchum had told the boy the story. Dead Woman Dam was named for his mother, but Danny never ceased wanting his father to talk about it--more than his father ever would.

"Why does Ketchum have a white finger? What does the chainsaw have to do with it?" young Dan started up; he simply couldn't stop talking.

"Ketchum has more than one white finger, and you know what the chainsaw has to do with it," his father said. "The vibration, remember?"

"Oh, right," the boy said.

"Daniel, please relax. Let's just try to get through this, and move on."

"Move on where?" the twelve-year-old shouted.

"Daniel, please--I'm as upset as you are," his father said. "Let's look for Angel. Let's just see what we find, okay?"

"We can't do anything about Jane, can we?" Danny asked.

"No, we can't," his dad said.

"What will Ketchum think of us?" the boy asked.

Dominic wished he knew. "That's enough about Ketchum," was all the cook could say. Ketchum will know what to do, his old friend was hoping.

But how would they manage to tell Ketchum what had happened? They couldn't wait at Dead Woman Dam until nine o'clock in the morning. If it took half that long to find Angel, they couldn't even wait until they found him!

It all depended on when Constable Carl woke up and discovered Jane's body. At first, the cowboy would surely think he was the culprit. And the cookhouse never served breakfast on a Sunday morning; an early supper was the only meal served on Sundays. It would be midafternoon before the kitchen helpers arrived at the cookhouse; when they learned that the cook and his son were gone, they wouldn't necessarily tell the constable. (Not right away.) The cowboy would have no immediate reason to go looking for Ketchum, either.

Dominic was beginning to think that it might be all right to wait for Ketchum at Dead Woman Dam until nine o'clock in the morning. From what the cook knew about Constable Carl, it would be just like him to bury Jane's body and forget about her--that is, until the cowboy heard that the cook and his son were gone. Most people in Twisted River would conclude that Injun Jane had left town with them! Only the constable would know where Jane was, and, under the circumstances (the guilty-looking, premature burial), the cowboy wouldn't be likely to dig up Jane's body just to prove what he knew.

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