People - People of the Wolf Part 24

Raising his hands, Raven Hunter displayed the deadly projectile, black with dried blood. "Here, my people, is victory."

Crow Caller eased forward, black eye sharp. "You killed an animal! You know no one kills during the ceremony of Thanks. How could you--""Not one of our four-legged brothers." Raven Hunter smiled cynically. "I commit no sacrilege."

From the uneasy crowd, a voice called, "Then what?" Whispers of disdain and curiosity rose.

"Together"--Raven Hunter gestured to his group--"we, men of the People, have killed Others." In the sudden babble, he roared, "Others who killed the People of Geyser's band. Killed our relatives as they pushed them from the land of our ancestors--pushed them from the big herds!"

"No!" an old man cried, stepping forward. "We don't kill! It's not our way. We're peace--"

"We can't run anymore!" Raven Hunter bellowed, shaking his b.l.o.o.d.y dart.

"This land is ours. Ours! Where else can we go? Into the Big Ice? Into the salt water? We're cornered!"

"They'll come to kill us!" The old man turned to the brooding crowd.

"This is not the way of the People. We do not kill men! It is Raven Hunter who has brought their wrath down on us. What will we--"

Strikes Lightning pushed forward. "They killed my father, Geyser. I .. .

I ran from them last season! You hear, Grandfather? I'm tired of running. Listen, all of you. They can be beaten, pushed back to the place they came from! Hear Raven Hunter, he has found a way." "This isn't our way!"

"Cowards!" Raven Hunter accused, stilling the old man's words in his throat. "Have we no right to keep our land? To protect our women and children?"

"But the Others--"

"You think they'll leave us alone if we leave them alone?"

"Why not?" the old man challenged. "We don't threaten them."

Raven Hunter clenched his teeth, rage stirring his voice to boom over the a.s.sembly. "Did they leave Geyser's people alone? Huh?" His arm shot out to the tall man beside him. "Ask Strikes Lightning. They murdered his entire family." The old man shuffled his feet nervously. "I'm sorry for the boy, but Geyser must have done something to the Others to make them angry enough to kill--"

"Nothing!" Strikes Lightning insisted bitterly. "We did nothing!"

Raven Hunter let the silence hang heavy for a moment before shouting, "Nothing except compete for the herds!"

"Then we must teach them we mean them no harm. We'll share the animals."

"You'd have us open our arms to murderers? Accept them? Teach them of Father Sun and the Blessed Star People? Show them how to live like people?" Raven Hunter paused, running his grimy sleeve across his mouth as he stared into the somber, silent gathering. "They want nothing from us but our blood!"

His charge echoed across the gra.s.sy plain.Several of the young men grunted affirmation. The old ones muttered uneasily under their breaths. An old woman covered her face with a fox hide, rocking back and forth, moaning.

Mouse pushed her way through the crowd, coming to stand by Strikes Lightning, her husband. "My boy is dead," she called unsteadily. "What use is the. Other who killed him? He's not of the People ... or the People's way! I am proud that my husband killed this Other! Hear me! How many must weep? How many of you will fall to their darts this coming year? Think on that before you mutter behind your hands."

"She's right!" Raven Hunter roared, a knotted fist to the sky. "Did Father Sun put us here for the sport of these Others? You've seen Grandfather Brown Bear play with a salmon, fling it around for his enjoyment, toss it, pounce upon it, and leave it to rot because his belly was full. I for one, will not be toyed with by the Others.

"From now on, be it known, I will fight and kill to keep the land of my fathers!" He thrust the dart deeply into the ground, a blood-black totem. Angrily, he crossed his arms, staring back at them, feet braced.

The light of the bonfire flickered over his angry features, glinting in his black eyes.

The young men nodded, a growing murmur of voices in the crowd. Their tones rang with righteous anger. The young women looked to them, teeth flas.h.i.+ng proudly in the firelight. Only the older people glanced nervously back and forth, whispering hesitantly.

Crow Caller raised callused hands, palms out to still them. Face tight, he looked around. "This .. . this I would not have had happen." He turned, meeting Raven Hunter's eyes. "But something must be done."

"Not war with the Others," the old man in the crowd wailed. "What next?

More raids? No, this is not the way!"

"Neither is death!" Raven Hunter lifted his chin, calling out powerfully as he extended a finger, "There lies the Big Ice, just to the east of us. More ice chokes the high mountains. No game in the ice, Grandfather--only starvation. And we know that to the south lie hills, piled rocks, dry land, and finally more ice! Think of what we've let the Others take from us! The bounty of the salt water--the game of the gra.s.sy plains. Only by driving the Others back can we find a way to live in peace."

Singing Wolf walked out from the line of the dancers. "Runs In Light said there was a way through the Big Ice to a land bursting with game and--"

"And you're here," Raven Hunter pointed out smugly. "So much for the Wolf Dream."

Singing Wolf shook his head, sighing. "I .. .1 don't know. We didn't die." He turned, gaining courage. "You hear? We didn't die!"

"And where is my brother?"

"He stayed with old Heron." Singing Wolf's mouth hardened in the silence."Stayed with a witch." Raven Hunter laughed derisively. "He's probably conjuring evil spirits to kill us all for shunning him and his false Dreams!"

Singing Wolf's brows lowered. "He's a good boy! He'd never--"

"Then why isn't he here telling us of the way through the ice?"

"I don't know," Singing Wolf murmured humbly.

"Our fate is in our own hands, the hands of young men with straight darts!"

"And the Others?" another old man demanded, gesturing. "You think they'll just let us kill them? You think they won't kill us back?" Raven Hunter shook his head. "Jumping Hare? How many of us died yesterday?"

Jumping Hare s.h.i.+fted, clearly bothered. "None."

"How many darts were loosed at us?"

"None."

"Oh, someone may die," Raven Hunter continued. "I may die!" He paced slowly back and forth before his b.l.o.o.d.y dart. "But I won't die like a trapped caribou, to be clubbed to death at will. Have the People lost their honor?"

Strikes Lightning sidled up beside Raven Hunter, narrow face gleaming orange in the firelight. "If we just sit by and let the Others kill us, there'll be no one left to sing our souls to the Blessed Star People!

Father Sun will force our souls to spiral downward in darkness."

"Eternal darkness, because we were cowards," Raven Hunter added ominously.

A ripple of a.s.sent stirred the People. The old people, and some of the mothers with children in tow, looked uneasily back and forth. The children watched, wide-eyed, the tots sucking thumbs while they held to the hands of their brothers and sisters.

At the fringes, Raven Hunter could see Dancing Fox, her beautiful face somber. Even in this moment of greatest peril, he smiled at her, seeing her lower her eyes. So, she'd returned. Later ... "That's the future, my People." Raven Hunter stroked the blood-encrusted dart. "We must save ourselves. For four days, I will fast. Then, on the fifth, I will go and drive more of the Others from our lands. I'll take any who will go with me." He surveyed the faces of the young men. "But if no one else has the courage, I'll go alone!"

He caught sight of Dancing Fox as she slipped carefully to the rear, winding quickly away.

He turned, following slowly into the darkness. Behind him a babble of voices erupted. Like a man gambling with caribou toe-bone dice, he'd made his best cast.

"It's not good, this." Green Water shook her head, ducking into the blackness of her tent. "Raven Hunter's done it this time." "I just want to hunt," One Who Cries protested, ducking to follow her. "That's not somuch to ask, eh?"

"And the Others? They're .. . Hey! There's a foot in my robes!"

"A foot?"

"It's Dancing Fox," a soft voice whispered. "Please, I had to go somewhere."

Green Water caught One Who Cries s.h.i.+fting uneasily. "Had to--"

"Raven Hunter," Dancing Fox whispered desperately. "He'll be looking for me. He'll want to .. . to .. ."

"I don't care what he wants," One Who Cries began. "You can't just crawl into my--"

"Shut up," Green Water growled. "Raven Hunter wants to couple with her.

It's not too much for a woman to ask shelter from a man like that."

"Wants to couple ..." One Who Cries' voice drifted off.

"I'll leave," Dancing Fox murmured. "I didn't mean to cause--"

"Hush," Green Water ordered firmly. "These robes are plenty big enough for all of us." "No, that's all right. Crow Caller cursed me anyway.

It's not right that I should taint your souls with mine. I didn't think first."

"Crow Caller! He couldn't curse a maggot into becoming a fly." One Who Cries laughed.

"The robes are big enough," Green Water repeated. "I agree with my husband. We've seen Dreamers. Crow Caller is a fake."

"He threw me out. Cursed me," Dancing Fox reminded.

"I heard what he did to you. And I know why it happened in the first place. He beat you!"

"Hey!" One Who Cries started. "Doesn't a husband have a right to his wife any time he wants her?"

"You come at me like a bull mammoth in rut, and see how long it takes for your robes to be piled in the snow!"

"I'd never--"

"Of course not," Green Water relented softly. "That's the point."

"I'd better go," Dancing Fox insisted. "You stay." One Who Cries pushed her down easily. "Like Green Water says, the robes are big enough."

"And you be careful," Green Water added dryly, punching One Who Cries sharply in the ribs.

"Ouch! Why'd you go do that?"

"Just a warning. The last thing you'd want to do is embarra.s.s yourself by trying to stick that little thing in Dancing Fox." Green Water slidunder the thin summer hide.

"Little thing? Little! OUCH!"

Chapter 30.

"So, there you are."

Dancing Fox stiffened, hearing Raven Hunter's cool voice. She braced herself on the digging stick she used to pry starchy arctic potato roots from the mucky soil. In her bag, sour dock and fat roots bulged. Before her, the lumpy hills piled toward the mountains to the west. They looked so clear in the heady light. As if she could just reach up and touch the perpetually snowy peaks. About her, gra.s.ses and tussocks undulated in green--a stark contrast to the weathered gray of the colluvial rock washed down from the slope.

She turned. He stood tall, arms crossed, head c.o.c.ked as he watched. The breeze tugged at his long hair, lying loose about his shoulders in a s.h.i.+ning blue-black mantle. His too perfect face reflected curiosity, challenge, a gentleness behind his heavy-lidded dark eyes.

"I looked for you the last night of the Dance."

"I thought you were up praying for a vision."

The smile curled his lips. "I've seen." He filled his lungs, expanding his chest. "This year, we'll be successful. This year, we'll push them back to the north. Breathing room for the People ... for a while."

She watched him, feeling cornered. Green Water and Laughing Suns.h.i.+ne, she knew, were just over the small hillock. All she need do was cry out.

"What do you want?"

A curious look of surprise flickered across his smooth face. "Why, to save the People from the Others. To--"

"With me," she clarified coldly.

He laughed. "Ah, but you've already become mine. Who else will have you?

My silly brother is off to be a Dreamer. Fool!" He made a gesture of futility. "Used to tell me about his visions. About Father Sun living far to the south and strange animals. Red-brown caribou with b.u.t.ts the color of tanned leather. About a smaller deer, buff and white, that sheds its horns and can outrun Wind Woman. He went on about a little dog-wolf. Brown, he said, with a bushy tail and nose like fox. Quick, he said. Smarter than wolf." He barked a laugh. "Smarter than wolf? I'll bet his beloved spirit loves that!"

"I wouldn't discount his Dreams," she added stiffly.

"Oh?" He walked arrogantly toward her. "And why not? Tell me, Fox. I value your counsel. You'll be my wife one day."

She looked up at him, aware of how close he'd come. The faint odor of his body traced delicately in her nose. Almost fearful, she met his eyes, felt the magnetism of his personality. Were he not so handsome ...

no, unthinkable! Not him. Memories came back of the Long Dark, of Raven Hunter's body sliding under her robes.

"No, I won't," she whispered, struggling to keep her voice even.

The deep pools of his eyes stirred, drawing at her soul. A light s.h.i.+verplayed along her spine as those eyes softened, beckoning her.

"You're going to be a leader of the People, Fox." The gentle tones of his voice soothed, caressed. A tingle warmed inside her. "But only if you're with me."