CHAPTER ONE
TINY AND Micah sat on the back porch of the house where they lived outside the town of Boris, watching the sun go down behind the train tracks and the trees.
āSay youāre carrying something,ā said Tiny.
āYeah? Like what?ā Fourteen years old, Micah wore a forest-green stocking hat. His hair curved like feathers around his calm brown eyes.
āSomething of value,ā said Tiny. āThis ashtray here. Say this ashtray is of value.ā
The ashtray was made of green glass with yellowed seashells glued to the rim. Likely it came from Yellowstone or some other tourist place originally. It might have been of value. Micah picked it up and walked to the end of the porch and back.
āGood,ā said Tiny. āSomething of value you carry in front of you and never at your side.ā
āI just didnāt want the ashes to fall out.ā
āNow say you get in a fight.ā
āYeah, Iām not doing that.ā
āWhat you do is put your head down and ram them in the solar plexus. Itās unexpected.ā
āI wouldnāt expect it.ā
āWell, no one does,ā said Tiny. āSometimes they faint. They almost always fall over.ā
āGot it.ā
āAnd never, never get a credit card.ā
āHow would I pay it back?ā
āYou wouldnāt. Thatās the idea.ā
It was a cool night in May. The red sky shaded the grass and the shed and the house.
āDo you still want to go?ā said Tiny. āYou can change your mind any time.ā
āDad, Iāve never been in an airplane.ā
āWe could get Paul Francis to take you up.ā
āI mean a real airplane.ā
Tiny nodded. āI just said that to be saying something.ā
A band-tailed Cooperās hawk came from the west and landed on a hardwood branch with new leaves.
āThereās your hawk,ā said Tiny. āCome to say goodbye.ā
Dan Norman walked out of his house carrying the pieces of a broken table. He and Louise still lived on the old Klar farm on the hill.
The table had fallen apart in the living room. It was not bearing unusual weight and neither Dan nor Louise was nearby when it fell. Just the tableās time, apparently.
A car pulled slowly into the driveway and a woman got out and stood in the yellow circle of the yard light. She had long blond hair, wore a pleated red dress and white gloves.
āYou donāt remember me,ā she said.
āI do,ā said Dan. āJoan Gower.ā
He shifted the table pieces over to his left arm and they shook hands.
āDid you know we get second chances, Sheriff?ā said Joan.
āSometimes. Iād say I knew that.ā
āHe will turn again and have compassion upon us and subdue our iniquities.ā
āIām not sheriff anymore, though.ā
The door of the house opened and Louise came out wearing a long white button-down shirt as a dress.
āWho are you talking to?ā
āJoan Gower.ā
āReally.ā
Louise had tangled red hair, wild and alive with the light of the house behind her.
āIs this business?ā
āIām getting my son back,ā said Joan.
āGive me those, love,ā said Louise.
She took the table parts from Dan and headed for the hedge behind the house.
Louise put the wood in the trash burner and went on to the barn, the dust of the old farmyard cool and powdery on her feet.
Empty and dark as a church, the barn was no longer used for anything. Louise climbed the ladder and walked across the floor of the hayloft.
The planks had been worn smooth by decades of boots and bales and the changing of seasons. She sat in the open door, dangled her bare legs over the side, lit a cigarette, and smoked in the night.
Dan and Joan were down there, talking in the yard. Louise listened to the quiet sound of their voices. What they were saying she could not tell.
She saw Joan reach up and put her hand on Danās shoulder, and then his face. The gesture made Louise happy for some reason.
Maybe that it was beautiful. A graceful sight to be seen in the country, whatever else you might think of it.
Lyris and Albert slouched on a davenport smoking grass from a wooden pipe from El Salvador and reading the promotional copy printed on Lyrisās moving boxes.
Lyris was Joanās other childāMicahās half sister, Tinyās stepdaughter. At twenty-three she had just moved in with her boyfriend, Albert Robeshaw.
The boxes were said to be good for four moves or twelve yearsā storage, and anyone who got more use out of them was directed to sign on to the companyās website and explain.
āAs if anyone would do that,ā said Albert.
āTo whom it may concern,ā said Lyris.
āWe move constantly.ā
āWe love your boxes.ā
āSo what are we doing?ā said Albert.
āAbout what?ā
āAre we going to see Micah?ā
Lyris drew on the pipe. āThe little scamper,ā she said.
Joan had given Lyris up for adoption at birth. She appeared at Joan and Tinyās door when she was sixteen and Micah seven. When Joan went away Lyris raised Micah as much as anyone did.
Louise came down from the hayloft and walked back to the house. Dan made her a drink and opened a beer, and they faced each other across the kitchen table.
āWhat have we learned?ā
Dan raised his eyebrows. āSounds like Micah Darlingās going to live with her in California.ā
āWhatās it got to do with us?ā
āI think she just wanted to tell someone.ā
āI saw her ...