He took a good look and whistled through his teeth. "Calvin told me he thought you'd done it by the skin of your teeth--and I think that might be the only skin you have left."
"Have you seen Coyote?" I asked.
The smile in his eyes died. "No. But you know that he'll either show up again or else he's off in the other camp playing with his friends. Coyote always comes out all right in the end."
"Other camp?"
"With the people who have gone before him," he said.
"What about Gordon Seeker?"
"It will work out all right in the end, Mercy." He hit the side of the doorframe lightly with a knuckle. "I wanted to thank you for doing what I couldn't."
I blinked at him a bit, sorting through my muddled thoughts until I found the one I wanted. "It took us all."
"Yes," he agreed. "But I still have two good legs and most of my skin."
"'Sall right," I assured him earnestly. "I'm not feeling any pain right now."
He looked at me intently, then smiled. "What tribe are you from, Mercedes Athena Thompson Hauptman?"
"Blackfeet," I told him, the answer coming automatically. "Who told you about the Athena part?"
He smiled mysteriously. "Some things are better kept secret. Blackfeet, eh? Are you sure it's not Blackfoot?"
I frowned at him.
"I think you are taking something precious home with you from this trip," he told me. "Remember who you are. Good dreams, Mercy. I'll call you if I see Gordon or Coyote if you will do the same."
"All right." I closed my eyes because they wouldn't stay open any longer. "If your car doesn't work, bring it on by."
He laughed and shut the door.
ADAM WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE DRUGS: BOTH THAT THEY would wear off and that the replacements in the amber plastic bottles wouldn't do as good a job.
"Next time I go out to kill monsters," I told him as we came into town, "you should do a better job of stopping me."
He took my bandaged hand and kissed it. "I promised you that I wouldn't do that. Next time, pick a monster who doesn't live in a river or ocean, and I'll be more help."
"Okay." I paused and thought about it. "I don't want a next time."
He sighed. "Me, either."
If I could have moved without moaning, I'd have leaned against him. I settled for leaving my hand on his thigh where he'd put it.
"But if there is," I told him, "and evidence suggests that there will be--I'd rather fight monsters with you than with anyone else I can think of."
"I have a confession to make," he told me. "I wanted to wait until you were a little closer to your usual fighting weight, but I don't think it will work."
"You found a cute waitress, and now you want a divorce," I said.
He laughed. "No. But I'll look for one at the next available opportunity."
"Cool. I found a handsome nurse, but I think he liked you better than he liked me." "Seriously," he said. "I did something I shouldn't have."
I was still feeling a little muddled, so I'm not sure if my sudden insight came from our mating bond or from the fact that he sounded a little too much like my mother did when she told my little sister that she'd found her diary and read it. Since I'd told Nan that she shouldn't write anything down she didn't want someone to read, I'd been surprised by how upset my mother was. Turned out that Nan figured that if someone was going to sneak and read her diary, they deserved what they got. It took her about ten minutes to convince Mom she wasn't dealing drugs to pay for her abortion.
"You read the letters," I said, doing my best to sound offended.