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A playful twinkle came into her eyes. “And how will you go about thanking me, monsieur?”

Fargo grinned and reached for her.

5

Fargo never did like being stared at, and by five o’clock the next day he’d had a bellyful.

The tavern filled up by noon. So many Cajuns, they were shoulder to shoulder and wall to wall. So many men, they were three and four deep at the bar and every table was filled. All there because of him.

Word had spread rapidly. The swamp grapevine, Liana called it. News that an outsider had arrived at the tavern, and that he was there to meet one of their own. The outsider was a famous scout, the rumor went, a tracker whose skills were often called on by the army. And he had come to the Atchafalaya Swamp to solve the mystery of the vanishings.

Small wonder, then, that the tavern was packed.

Fargo had a corner table to himself. He drank and played solitaire and grew tired of the endless stares and fingers jabbed in his direction. His mood wasn’t helped any by the presence of Doucet, who swaggered around as if he were somebody important.

“I am sorry,” Liana said at one point as she was refilling Fargo’s glass to the brim with her best whiskey. “I never expected this.”

“Makes two of us.”

Liana bent so her mouth was close to his ear. “I am also sorry about Doucet.”

“Why? What is he up to?” As if Fargo couldn’t guess.

“He is going around telling everyone how he clashed with you over me,” Liana related. “And how for the good of everyone, and out of the nobleness of his heart, he spared you.”

“Leave the bottle.”

“Don’t let him get to you. He loves to hear himself talk. Most will know there must be more to his story.”

“Leave the bottle anyway.”

The afternoon dragged. By three Fargo was wondering if Namo would show. By four he was willing to bet Namo wouldn’t. By five he was so tired of being stared at that he was about to get up and go for a walk when the door opened and in came a man holding a small girl in his arms. A boy of twelve or so trailed after them. Instantly the tavern fell quiet, completely, utterly silent. No one talked. No one whispered. No one so much as breathed loud.

The man holding the girl was rake thin but all sinew. He sported a clipped beard much like Fargo’s. He paused and surveyed the room from end to end.

The boy said something to him and they threaded through the throng toward the corner table.

“You are the only outsider here so you must be him.”

“And you must be Namo Heuse, the gent who wrote to me.” Fargo introduced himself.

The rake-thin Cajun said quietly, “I wasn’t sure you would come. I wasn’t even sure you got my letter. Then I got your reply, and here I am.”

“I have a fair idea of why you wrote to me,” Fargo said. “But there’s one thing I don’t know. Why me?”

“I read about you in the New Orleans newspaper. About the time you tracked some killers in Missouri and saved a woman’s life. The paper said the army considers you the best tracker and scout alive. It said you can find anyone or anything, anywhere, anytime.”

“Don’t believe everything you read.”

Namo pulled out a chair and set his daughter down. “This is Halette.”

“How do you do,” Fargo said.

The girl sat ramrod straight, her cherub face blank, her hazel eyes fixed unblinkingly on the wall.

Namo sadly frowned. “She hasn’t spoken a word since her mother disappeared. All she does is sit and stare. I’ve taken her to a doctor and two healers but they are unable to help. They say she might come out of it with time but there’s no telling when.” Namo indicated the boy. “And this is Clovis. Don’t let his age fool you. He’s a good hunter. He’s killed just about everything that walks, crawls and flies in the Atchafalaya.”

“That’s a lot of killing.”

Namo pulled out the chair next to his daughter and sat. “You say you have some idea of why I sent for you? I take it, then, you’ve heard about my wife, my sweet Emmeline.”

“Her and the others who have disappeared, yes.”

“Disappeared, nothing. They were killed by a swamp beast. I know. I’ve seen it with my own eyes.”

“If you were able to get that close on your own, why send for me?” Fargo wanted to know.

“You don’t understand. I’ve hunted it every day since my wife vanished. Every day from dawn until dusk for the past two months. Sixty days, and all I have to show for it is that one glimpse. Only for a second or two, with night about to fall.”

“What do you think it was?”

Namo hesitated. “I’m not sure. I know what it wasn’t. It wasn’t an alligator and it wasn’t a bear. It wasn’t a cougar or a bobcat. It was much too big.”

“And now you want me to find it for you?”

“No. I want you to help me find it. But first I want your word that you won’t kill it when we do. Leave that to me.”

Fargo was taking the measure of this man as they talked, and he liked what he saw. Namo wasn’t foaming at the mouth with rage; the Cajun had thought this out and knew exactly what he was doing. “In your letter you mentioned a thousand dollars.”

“All the money I have, yes. And it is yours if you agree to help.”

“Let’s say I do. I can’t stick around forever. I can stay a month. Not much more.”

“I will take what I can get.”

“And what if we don’t find it? What if I try my best and I don’t have any more luck than you’ve had?”

“You will still get your money. Half today and the rest when you decide you have had enough.”

Fargo started to extend his arm to shake on the deal.

“We can start in the morning. Clovis and Halette won’t be any bother, I assure you.”

“Wait. You’re taking your kids along?”

Oui. I can’t leave them home alone. Not with Halette as she is.”

Fargo studied the man more closely. “They’d be safer in your cabin than out in the swamp with us.”

“I disagree. And they are my children. It is my decision.”

Fargo withdrew his hand and sat back. “I don’t know as I like it.”

“You’re having second thoughts?”

“Third and fourth thoughts,” Fargo responded. “I won’t deny I can use the money. It will buy me a week or two of poker and women in St. Jo. But I don’t need it so bad that I’ll agree to going after this so-called monster with your kids along.”

Namo Heuse frowned. He glanced at his daughter and then at his son and drummed his fingers on the table. “How can I make you understand? I love them. I love them more than anything. I’ve already lost their mother and I couldn’t bear to lose them, too.”

“Then leave them at home.” Fargo had an inspiration. “Better yet, leave them with relatives. Or with friends here in the settlement.”

“I wouldn’t want to impose on anyone in Gros Ville.”

“Now you’re just making excuses.” Fargo gestured at the bar. “Liana might do it. She’s been real friendly to me.”

“I can’t let my daughter out of my sight.”

“Then hunt the thing yourself.” Fargo considered that the end of the matter. “I’ll take twenty dollars for my expenses and we’ll call it even.”

Namo Heuse put his hand on Halette’s shoulder. “Look at her. Look at how she is. Now watch.” He pushed back his chair, got up, and made for the bar. Barely had he taken half a dozen steps when Halette began to tremble and to whimper. She didn’t turn her head to see where he had gone. She just sat there whimpering.

Her brother, Clovis, bowed his head.

Namo turned around and came back. Reclaiming his seat, he gave his daughter’s arm a tender squeeze. “She does that every time I leave her side. She doesn’t talk. She doesn’t cry. She just makes that sound.”