Calm and clear. "That's a damn big deal for me. Never looked for it, and I sure as hell never expected it to slap me in the face like a two-by-four. But I love you. The old man told me my mother made him a better man. I get that because you make me a better man. I'm not going back to the Pagan Stone for the town. I'm not doing it just for Cal and Fox, or Quinn and Layla. I'm not doing it just for you. I'm doing it for me, too. I need you to understand that. I need you to know that."
"I do. Accepting it is the problem. I can walk into that clearing with you. I just don't know how I can walk out without you."
"I could say something corny about how I'll always be with you, but neither one of us would buy that. We've got to see how the cards fall, then we've got to play it out. That's all there is."
"I was so sure I'd find the way, find something." She stared blindly at the computer screen. "Save the day."
"Looks like that's going to be my job. Come on. Let's go to bed."
She rose, turned into him. "Everything's so quiet," she murmured. "The Fourth of July, but there weren't any fireworks."
"So we'll go up and make some, then get some sleep."
THEY SLEPT, AND THEY DREAMED. IN THE DREAMS, the Pagan Stone burned like a furnace, and flaming blood spat from the sky. In the dreams, the writhing black mass scorched the ground, ignited the trees.
In the dreams, he died. Though she cradled him in her arms and wept over him, he did not come back to her. And even in dreams, her grief burned her heart to ashes.
SHE DIDN'T WEEP AGAIN. CYBIL SHED NO TEARS AS they packed and prepared throughout the day of July fifth. She stood dry-eyed as Cal reported there were already some fires, some looting and violence in town, that his father, Chief Hawbaker, and a handful of others were doing all they could to keep order.
All that could be done had been done. All that could be said had been said.
So on the morning of July sixth, she strapped on her weapons, shouldered her pack like the others. And with the others left the pretty house on the edge of Hawkins Wood to strike out on the path to the Pagan Stone.
It was all familiar now, the sounds, the scents, the way. More shade than there had been weeks before, of course, Cybil thought. More wildflowers, and a thicker chatter from birds, but still much the same. It wouldn't have been so very different in Ann Hawkins's time. And the feelings clutched tight inside Ann as she'd left these woods, left the man she loved to his sacrifice, not so different, Cybil imagined, than what was tight in her walking into them.
But at least she would be there, with him, to the end of it.
"My knife's bigger than yours." Quinn tapped the scabbard hooked at Cybil's waist.
"Yours isn't a knife, it's a machete."
"Still, bigger. Bigger than yours, too," Quinn said to Layla.
"I'm sticking with my froe, just like last time. It's my lucky froe. How many people can say that?"
They were trying to take her mind off things, Cybil knew.
"Cybil." The word came in a conspirator's whisper, and from the left, from the deep green shadows.
When she looked, when she saw, Cybil's heart simply broke.
"Daddy."
"It's not." Gage stepped back to her, gripped her arm. "You know it's not."
When he reached for his gun, Cybil stilled his hand. "I know, I know it's not my father. But don't."
"Don't you want to come give Daddy a hug?" It spread its arms wide. "Come on, princess! Come give Daddy a great, big kiss!" It bared its sharklike teeth, and laughed. And laughed. Then it raked its own claws down its face, its body, to vanish in a waterfall of black blood.
"That's entertainment," Fox said under his breath.
"Poorly staged, overplayed." Shrugging it off, Cybil took Gage's hand. Nothing, she promised herself, would shake her. "We'll take point for a while," she said, and with Gage walked to the front of the group.
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty
THEY'D PLANNED TO STOP FOR REST AT HESTER'S Pool, where the young, mad Hester Deale had drowned herself weeks after giving birth to the child Twisse put inside her. But the water there bubbled red. On its agitated surface, bloated bodies of birds and some small mammals