"Well," Dan said, shifting his gaze from the window to Kate, "there's not a whole hell of a lot I can do about it. Of course, I'm the only one on duty at this time of year, and it'll take a while before they find someone qualified to take over. I doubt that any of the suits in Anchorage are going to want to leave the bright lights and the big city to baby-sit in the wilderness."

"Dan."

"Kate—"

"You may be going to put up with this, but I'm not."

He drew a deep breath and expelled it slowly. "I went there to ask Dina and Ruthe for their help in keeping this job. You got me so fired up last time we talked that I figured you were right, that I ought to fight for it, not just sit back and let my friends carry the weight. But now I don't know. Dina's dead, Kate, and Ruthe might die. Two great old broads, one gone, one maybe gone. Nothing else seems all that important right now."

Kate leaned forward. "Dina and Ruthe would be the first to tell you that the land is what's important, Dan. Not us. The land. We're only custodians, and temporary ones at that. We do the best we can and then we pass the job along to the next generation. I don't think you're ready to hand off just yet."

He looked at her with the faint glimmer of his old smile. "You be careful there, Shugak. You're starting to sound like your grandmother."

She sat back. "Did you see the guy Jim brought in?"

He shook his head.

"Did you see anything yourself?"

"No." He seemed about to say something else, then repeated firmly, "No. I didn't see anything. It doesn't matter, really, if I saw anything or didn't see anything. Jim got the guy. Crazy bastard, sounds like," he added as an afterthought.

It sounded like the truth, she thought as she made her way back down the trail from the Step. It also sounded like Dan was trying to convince himself that it was. Which was crazy. Like Dan said, Jim got the guy, had him in custody in Ahtna. Case closed.

The sky had clouded over in the night and the temperature had warmed up to ten above, and if the rising barometer at the homestead was working right, there was a storm coming in off the Gulf. She drove through Niniltna to the turnoff and then, for the second time that week, negotiated the narrow track to the little cabin perched high on the side of the mountain. The snow in the yard was packed down hard from the passage of many vehicles, wheeled and tracked, and there were a couple of snow machines already parked there. She stopped hers and climbed the stairs.