This Fallen Prey (Rockton 3)

I straighten on Cricket. "Jacob isn't the only one we're looking for out here. There's a man. Young, maybe your age." I describe Brady. "He's dangerous. He doesn't look it, but he is."

The young man curls his lip, and even on the faces of the other two adults, I see contempt. Sneering at me for warning them.

"We will be fine," the older man says. "No one out here is a threat to those of the First Settlement."

I want to say no, he doesn't understand. Do not underestimate the danger. Please. But I can tell that would be interpreted as weakness. If I fear Brady, that means I am simply not as strong as they are.

Dalton says, "If you see him, the same reward applies. We want him alive, but in his case, we're more concerned with catching him than keeping him healthy."

"Understood," the older man says. Then he calls to the girl, still lingering by Storm, and they return to the forest.

37

We head off in the direction where the young man suggested we camp. We won't be stopping there. Dalton veers off on another path and cuts back to our initial route. We continue along for another couple of kilometers before we make camp, well off the trail, in a spot sheltered by rock on two sides.

We brought a small tent--a simple pop-up, and we tie the horses right outside it. The clearing is large enough that nothing will get the jump on them, and they are capable of looking after themselves. Storm will sleep inside, on our legs, which makes the tent a bit crowded, but I can't rest if she's outside alone.

Once the tent is ready, Dalton rigs up a simple intruder alert system. Rockton has never had problems with the First Settlement. Its elders are from the town, and while they may have chosen to leave, they respect what Rockton stands for. The problem, as I know Dalton fears, is that those who settled the community are getting old. The girl--Harper--is likely third generation. The farther removed the settlers get from the originals, the easier it will be to look on our town and covet its relative riches.

It's not just Rockton's horses and women they'll want--the differences in our standard of living are clear right down to our store-bought boots and fresh-scrubbed faces. Once the hold of the first generation relaxes, Rockton can expect raids. We both fear that day, and we know it's coming fast.

I start a fire while Dalton sets up the alert system. I'm still a fire-building novice--it really is a skill--but I manage to have one going by the time he finishes. Then we settle in, sitting on a blanket, his arm around my back. From his pocket, he pulls a flask.

"Tequila?" I ask.

"Of course."

He passes it to me for the first slug. There's not much in the flask. I max out at two shots--always. He'll go to two, if we're alone, but tonight he won't, not with settlers in the woods. So he just takes a long sip and hands it back.

"I've got vacation time coming up," he says.

"Do you?"

"Yeah, apropos of nothing except the fact that it's been a shitty day, and I'm trying to think of something good."

"Vacation time is always good."

I feel him shrug, and he says, "Guess so."

"You go to visit your parents, right?"

"Normally." Five seconds of silence. "Think it's okay if I skip that?"

"I think a guy who works his ass off is entitled to do what he wants with his vacation time. They'll want to see you at some point, but not all your breaks need to be family visits."

"Yeah." He pauses. "You like Vancouver?"

"Sure, and if you want me to suggest some places you can visit, I know it well enough."

He glances over. "I'm not going on vacation without you."

"Uh, I don't qualify--"

"Already worked it out. Before all this shit started. I get a week. I agreed to cut it to five days if you can come. I sure as hell wouldn't go to the city by myself." He shudders.

"Too many people?"

"People. Concrete. Noise. When I go to interview newcomers, if it's in a city, sure, I'll go sightseeing. Museums. Galleries. Libraries. Theater. But . . ." He makes a face. "I feel like people look at me and wonder if I took a wrong turn. Like everyone can tell I'm a country mouse in the city. I know that's bullshit. They're too busy to even notice me."