When I got to Henry’s door, I paused to listen and hear if anybody else was in there. I heard voices but, whatever they were saying, it wasn’t postcoital, so I pushed open the door and found George Esper seated in a chair beside Henry. I walked up to the bed opposite George and noticed that he had been crying. “Did it occur to you to say something to my deputy before you went wandering off, George?” He looked sufficiently sheepish and wiped the tears on his bare arm. “I mean, before I put out an all-points bulletin and file a missing persons with the FBI?”
“Thsorry…”
“George, here’s the way it works from now on. When I put you someplace, anyplace? I want you to stay there until I come and get you. Do you understand that?” He nodded. “Good, now go back to your room.” He got up and limped toward the door, but before he could get it open I called out, “And stay there.” I listened as the door closed behind him.
“I think George might be a little confused.”
I looked down at him. “Really. I think George is a lot confused.”
“I am serious. I think something might be wrong with him.”
“Other than continual flight syndrome?”
Henry paused for a moment, then folded the sheet down and smoothed the edge. His hands looked strange in this setting, like wild birds accidentally indoors. “Does the family have any history of mental illness?”
“Not that I know of.”
He shook his head. “He seems scattered, and he has no attention span.”
“Concussed?”
“Possibly.” He looked at the empty chair where George had sat. “He wanted to know what he had to do if he wanted to live on the reservation. He thought he might be safer there.”
“That’s confused. He wasn’t that bad on the mountain.” We thought that one over for a moment.
His eyes stayed steady on mine. “He knows about his brother.”
I felt like sitting down. “What did he say? How does he know?”
He shrugged. “It was not anything he said, it was just a feeling. But he knows.”
I studied the polished railing at the side of the bed. “Do you think he was with Jacob when he was killed?”
“I do not know that.” Henry smiled. “I am sorry to be so little help to you, but it is just a feeling. They are twins.”
I leaned against the foot rail and peeled a small piece of the skin from the side of my hand. “How are you feeling?”
“Very well, and yourself?”
“My hands are falling off and my ear hurts.”
He nodded. “Things could be worse, your ear could fall off.”
“There’s an intraoffice pool; odds are the doctor is going to cut it off.”
“That would be a shame. Your ears are one of your finest features.”
I looked out the window with him. “My thought exactly. They’re gonna get a fight when they come for it.”
He smiled and nodded. “Put me down a fifty on keeping the ear.”
“You’re up against Lucian.”
He continued to look out the window. “He is still calling me Ladies Wear?”
“Yep.”
“Make it a hundred.”
I laughed. “Well, I better call off the manhunt and go talk to George.” I looked down at him again. He really was recuperating quite well and looked as though he could get up and follow me out. “How’s Dena Many Camps doing these days?”
“She is a wonderful and caring young woman.”
I paused at the door. “I don’t suppose George mentioned what room he was in?”
“No.” He still looked out the window, and I wondered how long they would be able to keep him. “He was probably afraid I would come looking for him.”
I watched him for a moment longer and then went out into the hall. Doctors and nurses are human, and humans are creatures of habit, so I walked across the hallway and pushed open the door of my old room. George was sitting at the side of his bed, looking out the window at the parking lot. “Hey, George. Mind if I come in?” He didn’t say anything but kept staring out the window. The snow swept across the asphalt surface, piling up wherever the concrete partitions divided the lot. Nobody wanted to be here, and everybody was looking out the windows. I pulled a chair from the wall and sat down in his line of sight. I turned my head and also looked out the window. “Well, I’m glad to be inside, how about you?” He nodded but continued to look at the lot. I could see the Bullet from here; he was probably trying to figure out how to hot-wire it. “I’d say winter is here… George?” He finally turned his face toward me. I studied him carefully and noticed he was shaking. “George, are you all right?”
“Chjakeb’s ded.”
I could feel my eyes sharpen as I looked at the young man. “What makes you think that, George?”
“Thsaw himb.” His lips moved, but no more words came out.
“You saw him?” He nodded his head. “Saw him where, George?”
“Othwe montan…”
“You saw him up at Dull Knife Lake?” He shook his head as violently as his bandaged jaw would allow. “Where then?” The tremors continued to wrack his body as his naked legs hung from the bed and shook, the nearest thigh wrapped up in a winding layer of gauze. I wasn’t sure if they had him on anything, but with the head injury it was unlikely. “George, if you know anything? I need you to tell me about it. I’m trying to stop who’s doing this, but I have to figure out who it is before I can do anything.”
“Yhew kan’tsopthm.”
I nodded. “Stop who, George?”
I watched as a finger crept from his hand and pointed toward the window. “Tthemb.”
I felt a continuous charge run up my spine as I turned my head and looked out the window again, my reflected image only inches from my eyes. There was a minivan parked a little farther out, but I could almost swear that George Esper was pointing at my truck. “George, there’s nothing out there but my truck.” He continued to look, but the finger disappeared into his fist. I checked again and looked out to the municipal golf course. Maybe Arnie’s Army was after George. “George, who did you see up there?”
The only thing he said was, “Yhew kan’tsopthm.”
I stood up slowly and gently lowered the Venetian blinds with the cord that had been at my back. George still didn’t move, so I pushed him back in the bed with a hand on his shoulder and pulled the blanket and sheet up to his chin. He still shook as if he were freezing. “Why don’t you try and get some sleep?”
“Yhew kan’tsopthm.”
I looked down at another human wreck and patted his chest. “Well.. I might just surprise you.”
I made my way through the automatic doors of the emergency room and waved at Ferg, who joined me. We used one of the blond brick walls as a wind block and stood against the building’s entrance. “He’s back in his room. I found him in Henry’s, but he’s back in his.” The air was more than a little brisk, so I flipped the collar up on my new jacket and pushed my hands farther into the pockets. “He’s acting a little strange, so you might want to keep an even closer eye on him. I don’t think he’s dangerous, but he might wander off again.”
“You bet.”
“I notified them at the desk. I’m going to head back over to the office and get things sorted out.”
“You bet.”
I was also willing to bet that Ferg would be sitting on George within the moment. I pulled my keys out, headed over to the Bullet, and looked through the window. I’m not sure what it was I expected to see, an entire Old Cheyenne war party riding shotgun or what. I stood there in the wind, the blowing snow peppering the side of my face with its sting, as I looked into my truck. The rifle was there, a palpable reminder of things I could not see and, beside it, sat a black-and-white box of ammunition for things I could. Vic must have left the box after the tests, a little joke, or maybe she thought I might need it. I wondered mildly what had happened to the Weatherby I had on the mountain or to the Remington that Henry had been carrying.