The Great Alone

Mama looked back, wild-eyed, Go, she mouthed. Dad yanked on Mama’s wrist, made her stumble forward to keep up with him.

“Shit,” Leni said.

She saw her parents making their way through the few tourists that were here on this bright late August day, her dad elbowing his way harder than he needed to, pushing people aside.

Leni couldn’t help herself; she sidled out of the truck and followed them. Maybe there was still a way to get Mama away from him. They didn’t need long, just enough time to disappear. Hell, they’d steal a boat if they had to. Maybe this was the distraction they needed.

“Walker!” Dad shouted.

Mr. Walker shut the backhoe down and pushed the trucker’s cap back from his sweaty forehead. “Ernt Allbright,” he said. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“What in the hell are you doing?”

“Digging a trench.”

“Why?”

“Electricity for town. I’m putting in a generator.”

“What?”

Mr. Walker said it again, pronouncing e-lec-tri-city with care, as if speaking to someone who barely understood English.

“What if we don’t want electricity in Kaneq?”

“I bought easements from every business in town, Ernt. Paid cash money,” Mr. Walker said. “From people who want lights and refrigerators and heat in the winter. Oh, and streetlamps. Won’t that be great?”

“I won’t let you.”

“What are you going to do? Spray-paint again? I wouldn’t recommend it. I won’t be so forgiving a second time.”

Leni came up behind Mama, grabbed her sleeve, tried to pull her away while Dad was fixated on something else.

“Leni!”

Matthew’s voice rang out. He was standing in front of the saloon, holding a big cardboard box.

“Help us,” she screamed.

Dad grabbed Leni by the bicep and pulled her against him. “You think you need help? What for?”

She shook her head, croaked, “Nothing. I didn’t mean it.” She glanced at Matthew, who had put down the box and was coming toward them, stepping down from the boardwalk.

“You’d better tell that boy to stop walking, or so help me God…” Dad put a hand on the knife at his waist.

“I’m fine,” she yelled to Matthew, but she could see that he didn’t believe her. He saw that she was crying. “S-stay there. Tell your dad we’re okay.”

Matthew said her name. She saw it form on his lips, but couldn’t hear it.

Dad tightened his grip on Leni’s upper arm until it felt like pliers clamping down. He guided Leni and Mama back to the truck, shoved them inside, slammed the door shut behind them.

It took less than two minutes: all of it. The arrival in town, the scene, the shouted plea to help us, and the return to the truck.

All the way home, Dad muttered under his breath. The only words she got were liar and Walker.

Mama held Leni’s hand as they bounced over the rutted road and turned onto their land. Leni tried to think of a way to calm her dad down. What had made her cry out like that? She knew better than to ask for help.

Love and fear.