Northwest Angle by William Kent Krueger Read Free Book Online Page B

and she thought hell couldn’t look any worse. Trees lay cleaved as if with a battleax. Those few that had somehow managed to survive upright were stripped bare. The houseboat pushed through flotsam thrown off the island by the angry hand of the wind—bark and branch and brush. Fifty yards to the left of the boat and a little behind them, two shapes floated, dark and indistinct in the blue of the reflected sky. Something about them suggested to Rose that they had not come from a tree.
    “Mal,” she said, almost breathless, and she pointed him back.
    He spun the wheel, and the houseboat came about and nosed toward the floating shapes, which were different from the stiff detritus of tree parts around them, riding the gentle undulationsfrom the wake of the houseboat like things made of flesh and bone.
    Oh, God,
Rose prayed silently,
please, God, no.
    She ran to the bow platform, wanting to be certain and at the same time terrified by what she might discover. At the rail, she gave a little cry.
    “What is it?” her husband called.
    “Oh, Mal,” she said, her voice choked. “It’s a doe and a fawn. They’re dead, poor things.”
    “Let’s find the living, Rose,” Mal said and swung the boat back toward the island.
    They eased along the shoreline, moving through the eerie calm, looking west into the sun, shielding their eyes, straining to see movement of any kind. Rose remembered the field glasses she’d brought for birding and hurried to her cabin. Everything in the houseboat had been thrown into disarray, and her small cabin looked as if it had been ransacked by vandals. She finally found the glasses under the bunk amid the clutter of clothing and paperbacks, and she raced back to the control station. She scanned the island as they circled, she and Mal hardly speaking.
    They came around at last to the bay where they’d begun.
    Rose had always prided herself on being a woman of profound and indomitable hope, but at the moment, she could barely hold back tears.
    “I didn’t see a thing,” she whispered.
    “We’ll go around again, Rose. We’ll go around until we find them.”
    She looked into his eyes, green eyes, like spring grass. “We will find them, won’t we, Mal?”
    “God will have to answer to you if we don’t,” he said. “And I know he doesn’t want that.” He smiled gently and touched her arm, then looked past her and said, “Well I’ll be damned. Look, sweetheart.”
    She turned where he pointed. Inside the bay, at the very rockson the shore where Mal had tried to safely anchor, Anne and Stephen stood, waving their arms.
    “O ye of little faith,” Rose said to herself. And she kissed the top of her husband’s head.
    Mal guided the boat to within a dozen feet of the shore. Anne and Stephen waded out to meet them and climbed aboard using the ladder of the swim platform. Rose hugged them both and said, “Are you all right?”
    “Yeah,” Stephen said. He had several long scratches across his bare chest, as if a cat had raked him with its claws. “As soon as a couple of trees went down, we kind of wedged underneath them and they protected us.”
    “We were more worried about you and Mal, out there in the houseboat,” Anne said. Her red hair was blown wild and filled with dust and twigs, but there seemed no real damage.
    “What about Dad and Jenny?” Stephen said.
    Mal had left the control station and, favoring his injured ankle, had limped aft to where the others stood. He said, “The radio’s out, so we don’t have any way to get word to or from anyone. I think we should head to the Northwest Angle and see if your dad and Jenny made it there safely.”
    “If?” Anne said.
    “Confirm they made it safely,” Mal corrected himself. “Anybody have a better idea?”
    No one spoke, and Mal hobbled back to the control station with the others following.
    “How long do you think it will take us to get there?” Anne asked.
    Mal kicked the engines into action and began to back away