She heard a noise on the porch and went to the door. Mutt was on the top step, Gal between her front paws, her face screwed up into an expression of deep distaste as Mutt washed her with a raspy pink tongue. They both became aware of Kate at the same moment. Gal sprang away and hissed. Grr, Mutt said in return. Gal jerked her tail and padded between Kate's legs. She gave an imperious meow, but when Kate got her some food, she barely waved a whisker over it before going right to Ruthe's chair and curling up.

"Welcome home," Kate said. She was immensely relieved. She didn't want to have to tell Ruthe that Gal had disappeared. She bent to give the cat a scratch behind the ears and found her fur damp to the touch from Mutt's ministrations. She looked over at Mutt. "You make a pretty good nurse."

Mutt gave an elaborate yawn, and cleaned up Gal's food with a single swipe of her tongue. It was all show, because Kate knew for a fact that Mutt had dined very nicely the day before on the remains of a moose carcass not a mile from the homestead.

She noticed a book she had missed beneath the sofa and bent down to pick it up. Wedged under the couch was a narrow tin box, of the size to hold standard file folders. It was locked. Kate looked for a key in hopes that there might be names and numbers for her to call—not that either Dina or Ruthe had ever referred to having anyone to call in the event of, other than each other. There was a key rack with hooks sprouting from little tin chickadees, with airplane keys, snow machine keys, and truck keys, but no keys to fit the tin box. She set the box to one side, not feeling things were to the point that she had to break into it.

"Hey," a voice said from the deck.

She looked up, to behold Jim Chopin peering at her through the window. She didn't notice that the sight of him didn't cause its usual knee-jerk antipathy. "Hey, yourself."

He came in. "What are you doing here?"

She waved a hand. "Trying to clean up for when Ruthe gets home."

He looked at her and forbore from saying what was on both their minds.

"You?" she said.

He shrugged. "I don't know. I think I wanted to see if I'd remembered to lock the door."

"There's no lock."

He examined the doorknob. "I'll be damned."

"Dina didn't believe in locks in the Bush. Said if she and Ruthe were both away from home and somebody got lost in a blizzard that she wanted them to be able to get in."

"I don't know who'd stagger up this mountain in a blizzard, but it's a nice thought."

"I caught a couple of guys poking through the rubble."

His eyes sharpened. "Who?"