Calvin waved at me and hopped in the back of the truck to grab two boxes. He jumped back out and trotted over while Jim got out of the truck and shut the door.
"Hey," said Calvin. "Didn't expect--" He saw Adam and stopped dead. "Uhm. What's wrong with him?"
Even happy werewolves are scary in broad daylight if your eyes let you really see what they are. Adam was not a happy werewolf.
"Wolf took offense at the bite," I said. "So Adam can't change back to human right now."
"Jeez," said Calvin. "That sucks--and it's your honeymoon." Then his face flushed darker with embarrassment.
That was not what had Adam's hackles up, though. I'd told him about Coyote's sisters after Coyote left. And whispering very quietly what the plan to kill the monster was. Adam couldn't talk to tell me what he thought. I knew that he understood that it was the best plan we could come up with. I also knew that he didn't like it. At all. Amazing what body language can convey.
"Coyote is sure it is temporary," I told him, getting the next candle down while Calvin started to set them in the boxes he'd brought. The boxes were like the ones moving companies use to pack glasses, with cardboard inserts that kept each of the candles separate from the others. "Just don't look him in the eyes, okay?"
It took us about an hour and a half to get the place cleaned up and looking the way it had before we'd come. Hardest was getting the coarse dark gravel out of the much finer pale gravel.
"You could have used a plywood board," I told Jim, who was sitting on the altar criticizing Calvin and me while we picked up gravel one piece at a time and put it in a wheelbarrow.
"No," he said. "I could not have. The fire had to rest on earth. Even the gravel was cheating a bit."
"Next time." Even Calvin the Ever Cheerful was getting grumpy. "Next time I vote we put the fire on the ground. I'll dig it out afterward and put fresh gravel that matches the original back over the top."
Jim grunted. "That is more work. We did it that way for a few years until I started to do it this way." "What about a gunnysack?" I asked. "Something porous but not so loose a weave that the big gravel can drop through. Or use gravel that would blend in better with what is already here."
"Might work," agreed Jim. "But then what would I use to keep my apprentice busy? I suppose I could do what my teacher did and teach him beading."
"I'll pick up gravel, Uncle, thank you," Calvin said meekly.
The medicine man laughed. "I thought you might feel that way."
I STOPPED AT THE GAS STATION IN BIGGS AND GOT A pair of ice-cream cones--banana and strawberry--and a notebook. We ate the ice cream in the truck until Adam was finished with his strawberry cone because I couldn't feed myself and Adam and drive at the same time.
As I drove back over the bridge, still licking my banana ice cream, I could see the Maryhill Campground, full of tents, trailers, and RVs. Had MacKenzie been staying there with her family? Or had they been somewhere more private? I hadn't noticed any other campers. But if it had been the Maryhill Campground, Coyote might have been able to get to her in time to save her while I kept River Devil busy. If she'd been at the Maryhill Campground, and we had known where she was.
I drove back to camp and started writing. A letter to my mother and one to each of my sisters. I did not, of course, mention Coyote. A long letter to Samuel and Bran. A letter to Jesse. A letter to Stefan. A lot of pages that I'd burn if I survived the night.
Jesse called Adam's phone while I was in the middle of writing the letter to her. He brought his phone to me so I could answer it--after a little fumbling.
"I need Daddy," Jesse said intensely. "Now."
"He can't talk." Adam put his chin on my leg.
"I don't care. Take the phone to him in the bathroom."
"He's a wolf, Jesse," I told her patiently. "He can't talk. Is there something I can do for you?"
"Why is he a wolf?" she said, sounding shocked. "It's your honeymoon."
"Jesse. Much as I'd love to discuss my honeymoon with you--what do you need?"
"It's Darryl," she wailed. "He's impossible. Auriele left to do something or other, and he says I can't go shopping. My favorite store has a four- hour sale, from noon to four, and he won't let me go."
Jesse, to my certain knowledge, had never cared about shopping. There were other things she did worry about, and I could think of only one of them that would put that frantic tone in her voice.
"Gabriel wants to go do something," I interpreted. "Maybe a movie? Darryl would be an inconvenience, and you thought if you figured out something that he would not do, he'd let you do it without him."
"Darryl's right here, you know?" she said.
"Your father might have bought your story, but I doubt it," I told her. "Where are you going?"