But Mooncrow waved that off, before Jennie could object. “No, first she must tell us what happened to her,” he said. “All that she learned. You and I know only what my vision told us, that she had been attacked and taken to the dam. Not who, and what, and why.”

There was something about the inflection of his voice that made even David sigh, but bow to his will. And Jennie took the pills.

She told them all that had happened, or all that she could, at any rate. Most of her experience with Eagle simply didn’t translate well into words, especially the parts about the Evil One and his plans. So she left that part out, said simply that she had been there, watching, and stuck to what she knew about the hit men—

Especially that Toni Calligan was next on their list. David looked skeptical at first, but after a while he began nodding—

It helped that she was able to describe in detail everything that he had been doing.

“I won’t pretend to understand half of this,” he said finally, then glanced over at Mooncrow. “I guess it’s enough that the Little Old Man does.”

“It is enough, for now,” Mooncrow murmured.

Jennie leaned back against the pillows they had heaped up behind her, and sighed. Now that it was all out—she felt absolutely spent. And very much as if someone had hit her on the head, drowned her, and left her for dead.

“You need rest,” Mooncrow said, and got up to leave. “We will speak of this in the morning.”

But his eyes said something else entirely.

We will meet in the Spirit Worlds, she read there. I see that there are things you cannot tell me here. Things that he would not understand.

She nodded; at least in that place her head and body would not be bruised and aching!

He smiled, winked once with another meaning entirely, and left the two of them alone.

David started to leave; her hand on his wrist prevented him. “Don’t go,” she said, softly. “I’ve had enough of being alone to last for the rest of my life.”

“Good,” he replied, and stayed.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

“I HOPE YOU know what you’re doing,” David murmured, two days later.

“I hope I do too,” she replied, quite seriously. “I’m sorry, my love; it isn’t much of a plan, but it’s all we have. This time I have daylight on my side, and I know the countryside, the back roads.”