He looked up. “Think that’d do it?”
“Maybe a little more subtle,” Cody said.
“We’ve got eight days,” I said.
Uncle Jeter nodded, let the imaginary Garrett drop to the floor, and took a breath to cool down. “Compensation?” he asked.
“You’ll be working that out with Brian Eastman,” I said. “He’s handling the money.”
“Brian Eastman?” Jeter asked, rubbing his chin beneath his beard, “Your old pal? Son of the minister?”
“Yes.”
“He was queer, wasn’t he?”
I sighed, “Yes. And he’s helping us out with expenses. He’s done well in Denver.”
“I bet he has,” Jeter said, sneering. “But fag money is as good as any, I guess.”
I bit my tongue and glanced at Cody, who was rolling his eyes and shaking his head, embarrassed.
Jeter said, “Give me a day or two to get my poop in a group. There’s supposed to be a hell of a storm coming first of next week, so I need to get out of here shortly, I guess. I can be in Denver by Tuesday or Wednesday latest. I ain’t seen that city in years. I hear it’s grown like crazy.”
“It has,” Cody said.
He turned to his nephew. “You regret leaving Montana and moving to a place like that?”
Cody nodded. “Lately I have.”
Jeter nodded back. “Yeah, I can’t see why anyone would want to leave Montana. Makes no sense to me. In my experience all cities are the fucking same-filled with undesirables.”
I slapped my knees, stood up, and said, “Cody, a minute outside?”
After he’d shut the door, Cody said, “Second thoughts?”
“Yes. He’s older and crazier than I remember. I don’t think we can control him or count on him to stop what he’s started.”
Cody slowly nodded his head. “I agree. He’s not the same guy we remember.”
“Look, can you just tell him I got cold feet at the last minute, and we can get the hell out of here?”
Melissa walked up to us holding Angelina. She’d over-heard. “He does seem unstable,” she said.
Cody barked a short laugh. “He’s always been unstable. It’s hard to find a stable hit man these days. But yes, he’s gotten worse. I guess I didn’t realize how damned old he was.”
Cody put his hands on our shoulders. “Look, you two get in the car. I’ll go in and tell him you’re reconsidering your options.”
AS WE DROVE THROUGH LINCOLN, I asked, “How’d he take it?”
“He’s hard to read,” Cody said. “I think he’s disappointed. He was really getting worked up there.”
“It was the right choice,” Melissa said from the backseat. “I just wish we had a ready option. Maybe Brian has one if we ask him.”
Cody snorted. Then: “I wish the old fart had given me that envelope back.”
FOURTEEN
HER VOICE WAS HESITANT. Who called on Saturday evening except telemarketers or someone complaining that there were cows on the road? “Hello?”
“Hi, mom.”
“Jack!” Her voice was a mixture of excitement and trepidation. I called so rarely that when I did it must be bad news, I knew she was thinking. That tone unnerved me, sent me back in time.
“We’re driving through Helena and I’ve got Melissa and your granddaughter with me. We’ll be coming down through Townsend and thought maybe we’d stop by.”
“Oh my! Why didn’t you let us know you were coming?”
“I’m sorry. Don’t worry about dinner or anything, and I mean that. We just thought you might want to see your granddaughter. Is Dad around?”
“Oh my, yes! He’s outside doing something with the tractor. I was just starting dinner, and, oh, you’ve got me flustered. I don’t know what to say. Why didn’t you let us know sooner?”
“It’s a long story,” I said, feeling my face flush. “Look, if this isn’t a convenient time…” I could feel Melissa’s eyes on me from the backseat. How was it that even after seventeen years in the outside world, I instantly reverted back to my sullen high-school-senior self, when I had left the ranch-and them-for good? How quickly I was ready to call it off and go on down the road.
“No, no! You must come by! I was just so surprised you called. I was just opening a package of steaks and the phone rang and it was you. No, come by. When will you be here?”
“About forty-five minutes.”
“Oh my!”
“Look, Mom…”
“Goodness. I’ll open another package of steaks. Is it just you and Melissa and the baby?”
“Cody, too.”
“Cody! Cody Hoyt?”
“Yes.”
“Oh my! I’ll go tell your father. Forty-five minutes, now more like forty, I suppose.”
“Mom, we can grab something to eat. We can take you out to dinner. You don’t have to fix anything. Really!”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said, a little angry I’d even suggested it.
I closed the cell and looked back at Melissa. “There, are you happy now?”
“Aren’t you glad you called?” she said, smiling.
“I’m not sure. Mom’s in a dither.”
Cody said, “This is a good thing to establish some cover since everybody and their dog knows we’re up here. If need be, we can always say you decided to visit your folks with Angelina for the last time. That makes perfect sense. And I drove because I don’t have anything else to do.” Then, sourly: “I just hope your old man doesn’t put me to work fixing fence or some damn thing.”
AS WE CLEARED EAST Helena en route to Townsend, and I saw Canyon Ferry Lake to the left-a few more houses on the banks than I remembered, but not many-I felt a twang of recognition.
“Hasn’t changed much,” Cody said, as if reading my thoughts.
“No.”
“Not like Denver, where there’s a new subdivision every few days,” he said. “It’s frozen in time here. I used to not like that, but now I do.”
My anxiety grew. I was getting more nervous than I had been earlier in the day on the way to meet with Uncle Jeter.
“Maybe we should have gotten fast food in Helena,” I said.
“Your mother would be furious,” Melissa said. “Showing up and not eating? What are you thinking?”
Cody said, “Saturday night is steak night if I remember. Steak and baked potatoes. Every Saturday night. I wonder if that’s changed?”
“It hasn’t as far as I know,” I said. “She said something about opening up another package of steaks.”
“Good steaks, too,” Cody said, nodding. “I can still remember the drill. Pork chops on Monday, spaghetti on Tuesday, hamburgers on Wednesday, cabbage rolls Thursday, pot roast Friday, steaks on Saturday, fried chicken on Sunday.”
I nodded.
“Did it ever change?” Melissa asked.
“Never,” I said. “If she tried something new, Dad would sit at the table and just stare at his plate and pout.”
“I really liked the cabbage rolls,” Cody said. “Maybe next time we drive up here to hire a hit man we can come on Thursday.”
“Cody!” Melissa said. “Stop that. What if Angelina starts using those words?”
Cody grinned as he slowed down and clicked the turn single, and we were soon on the gravel road that led to the ranch.
THE HOME RANCH LOOKED almost exactly as I’d left it. A few new things-a bigger gas tank, a larger Quonset for the equipment-but basically the same buildings, the same layout. A few inches of snow lay in the hayfields, and the Big Belt Mountains rose dark blue and snowy to the east. Between the ranch and the mountains, the foothills shimmered with the intense gold light of dusk, the kind that makes snow look like molten lava. I saw a small herd of mule deer hanging around the windmill and tin stock tank. A few hundred bald-faced Angus were bunched in the east meadow, massed and no doubt awaiting the cattle truck.