Two. Three. The first one caused her to stop, the second made her stumble back, the third knocked her down. It was a lot of rifle; she wouldn’t be getting up.
“Duke!” he commanded. “Come!” And the dog moved away from the dead bear, coming to Tom’s side.
Tom moved slowly toward Nora and the cub ran to his dead mother, standing on all fours beside her, nudging her. He looked around for the other cubs and that was when he thought he understood what had happened. Nora’s ladder was set up to take her in to the tree branches and there, in one of the big old trees, were two bear cubs.
She backed away, her hand covering her mouth, shaking like a leaf. With her back against the trunk, she slid weakly to the ground. “It’s okay now,” he said. “The cubs won’t bother us.”
She just put her hands over her face and sobbed. “God, oh, God,” she kept saying.
He heard some distant sounds—Junior’s truck, the slamming of the porch door, talking. Positioning himself so he could keep an eye on the mother bear to be sure she didn’t rally, he put his rifle on the ground and knelt beside Nora. He gently pulled her hands away from her face. “It’s all right now. It’s over.”
“I was on the ladder,” she said, her voice shaking. “I came nose-to-nose with a bear!”
“I figured. And the mother?”
“Back in there. I screamed and fell off the ladder and she came through those trees.”
“And you threw apples at her?” he asked.
She nodded. “I was going to hold her off with the ladder.”
A small huff of laughter escaped him. He put a finger under her chin and lifted, giving her a small kiss. “You scared me to death,” he said.
“Join the club,” she said, a hiccup in her voice.
“Why didn’t you come to the house when you got here?”
She gave a little shrug and looked down. “Red Caddy,” she said softly.
Tom noticed Junior out of the corner of his eye, rifle in hand and pointed down, giving the dead bear a kick to see if she moved. The action caused the cub to skitter away. The ground was getting soaked with blood—that bear was done. He looked at Nora. “Yeah, that. I didn’t know she was coming.”
“You didn’t invite her?” she asked.
“I told her I was going hunting. I didn’t know it was true. Remind me to tell you some important lessons about lies.” Then he swiveled toward Junior and said, “We have three cubs to round up.”
“They were here all night,” Junior said.
“Most likely.” Then he swiveled back to Nora, ignoring Junior. “Are you going to be all right?” he asked softly.
“Eventually…”
He leaned toward her and kissed her again, this time a little more deeply. She put a hand against his bare chest and against his lips she whispered, “You must be freezing.”
“Ha. Not hardly. Is steam coming off me?”
She massaged his chest a bit with one hand, right over a tattoo. “I’ve never been so scared.”
“Come on,” he said, standing and pulling her up. When she was on her feet he pulled her against him for a moment, just holding her. He kissed the top of her head. As he finally let her go, he kept an arm around her shoulders, holding her close against his side, and said, “Let’s get you to the house. Then I have to help Junior with these cubs.”
When he turned he saw not only Maxie standing behind him, Duke at her side, but also Darla. And Darla had a horrified look on her face, but she wasn’t gazing at the dead bear. She was looking at Tom and Nora. And as she met Tom’s eyes, she lifted her chin indignantly and whirled away, marching fast toward the house.
Nora looked up at him. “I think I’d rather go to the office. Or maybe just home. Is there workman’s comp for bear scares?”
“Let me take you to the kitchen. Maxie will make you some tea or something, make sure you stop shaking before you go home.”
“I don’t feel like tangling with Darla. She looked pretty pissed.”
“Yeah,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I don’t feel like tangling with her, either, but it has to be done.”
“Good, you do it,” she said, pulling away. “I’m going home to hug my children.