Blood Games

    Some of those causes, some of those effects, were just too subtle or disguised or mysterious to be recognized.

    So maybe it was chance, coincidence, that the drop of blood fell on the map just where it did. Or maybe Batty’s bizarre little ritual somehow caused it to land there.

    We’ll never know, Abilene thought.

    If we find Helen there…

    We still won’t know for sure. Finley would say it was a mere coincidence. Cora was too matter-of-fact to care one way or the other. She would just be glad that Helen was back in the fold, and not concern herself with Batty’s hand in the matter. Vivian would probably be just as astonished and perplexed as Abilene.

    Helen was the only one who would truly believe, without any doubt, in Batty’s power.

    It really is a shame she wasn’t with us, Abilene thought. Finley was right about that. Helen would’ve been scared witless, but she sure would’ve loved it.

    ‘When we find Helen,’ she said, ‘we really oughta take her back and introduce her to Batty.’

    'If we find her,’ Finley said, glancing back.

    Vivian looked over her shoulder, frowning. ‘I sure wish Batty’d told us whether she’s all right.’

    ‘Bat-brain doesn’t know shit, anyway. It was a waste of time. And blood.’

    ‘I don’t know,’ Vivian said.

    Then they came to the mouth of the inlet. As Cora hurried over the rocks, apparently eager to jump in, Finley said, ‘Wait. Why don’t I fill up the bottle before you go in and mess up the water?’

    She shook the plastic container. Only a couple of inches of water remained, sloshing about its bottom.

    ‘That’ll be enough to last us till we get to the lodge,’ Cora said.

    ‘Yeah,’ Vivian said. ‘Don’t ruin it.’

    ‘We can always come back if we run out,’ Cora explained

    ‘This stuff looks fine to me,’ Finley said.

    ‘Why bother?’ Abilene said. ‘We’ve got two more bottles in the car.’

    With a grin, Finley said, ‘But they aren’t filled with clear, sparkling Vermont lake water.’

    ‘God knows what’s in that stuff,’ Vivian said.

    ‘Woosies.’

    Cora jumped.

    The rest of them followed her into the water. Once again, Abilene was stunned by its sudden chill. She submerged herself completely, then surfaced. Cora and Finley were continuing toward the other side, but Vivian had halted, unwrapped her hand, and was using a clean part of the sock to work on the bloodstain marring her shirt.

    Seemed like a good idea. After switching the moccasins to her injured left hand, Abilene reached across with her right and rubbed the bloody area of her skirt briskly against her thigh. Probably wouldn’t do a lot of good. But she was bound to get out the worst of it.

    ‘Any luck?’ she asked Vivian.

    Vivian dropped her hand. The pink of her skin showed through the clinging fabric. The bloodstain was faint, but still visible.

    ‘Better,’ Abilene said.

    ‘I guess the shirt’s ruined. Doesn’t really matter, though.’

    ‘Don’t you get a free supply from Tipton?’ Finley asked. Vivian turned around. Finley had already climbed onto the rocks at the far side. ‘Sure do. If I had any with me, I’d give one to you.’

    Finley smiled down at the darkly stained tail she’d used to wrap her hand. ‘Gives my shirt character, don’t you think?’

    ‘A red badge of courage,’ Abilene said.

    ‘A red badge of lunacy,’ Finley corrected.

    Following Vivian to the other side, Abilene said, ‘If this was a war, we could all get Purple Hearts.’

    ‘Not sure they give ’em for self-inflicted wounds,’ Cora said. They climbed out. Abilene slipped into her moccasins.

    ‘I guess our little communion does make us blood sisters, though,’ Cora added.

    ‘Whoopee,’ Finley said.

    ‘It wasn’t actually so bad,’ Vivian said. ‘I mean, it was only our blood. I thought about that. I figured it wasn’t any worse than if it’d just been my own.’

    ‘I thought about that, too,’ Cora admitted.

    ‘Yeah,’ Finley said. ‘Could’ve been worse.’

    Vivian nodded. ‘If Batty’s blood had been in there, I know I couldn’t have drunk it. Not a chance.’

    ‘In a way it’s kind of neat,’ Abilene said.

    ‘Oh yeah,’ Finley said.

    ‘I mean, we all have each other’s blood inside us right now. We’re digesting it. It’ll become part of us.’

    ‘You’re weird as hell, Hickok.’

    Cora started to walk away but Vivian asked her to wait. With Abilene holding her steady, Vivian balanced on one leg and struggled to get the wet sock onto her foot. The bottom of her foot looked ruddy, but there were no cuts or scrapes that Abilene could see. At least the sock would now give it a little protection.

    ‘If you have any trouble you can borrow my moccasins for a while.’

    ‘It’s not bad.’

    ‘All set?’ Cora asked.

    ‘Yep.’

    They followed Cora across the rocks, over the top of a fallen log, then along the shoreline to the place where they’d first come upon the inlet that morning. From there, they journeyed through the woods, keeping the lake in sight.

    Abilene was surprised at how quickly they came upon the path to the lodge. She supposed that she shouldn’t be surprised; return trips, she had noticed even as a child, always seemed faster than the trips going out.