scanned the night to either side of the hill but could go no further than the thick black trees rising like tombstones to an empty sky. He reached for the volume on the radio, turned it down. No telling what might be out there. The way John David gripped the wheel hard with both hands and took a deep breath was enough to tell anybody werenât no monsters he was thinking on just then but how good a spot that side of the hill made for an ambush, and he had to stop doing that because these were different mountains and he was home now, back in the Holler.
His headlights crested the hill and came down on the other side, right where Hays and Scarlett had parked. John David could see Hays and Cordelia huddled by the fire. Naomi stood farther away. Her feet were together and her hands were clasped in front like she was either cold or excited. She waved. No matter how mad he was, John David waved back.
He parked at an angle to the cars and left the engine running, making a safe perimeter around the fire to the edge of the meadow. Naomi ran and jumped, trusting heâd catch her. She squeezed her brother just as tight as sheâd done the day heâd rolled off the back of a farmerâs truck in his uniform, shocking everyone at his return because John David had told no one he was coming. Feeling his back and his face, like Naomi still had to convince herself he was really there. She hardly ever got to see her brother anymore. Reverend wouldnât allow it.
âHey, you,â she said.
âHey, little sis.â
She squeezed him harder. âThanks for coming.â
âDidnât have a choice, did I?â John David broke the embrace and held Naomi out at armâs length, looking down at her. âSomebody had to come up here and tell yâall how stupid this is.â
He wouldnât leave Naomi there, not exposed in all that open, and so grabbed her hand and guided her to the fire. Stepping slow and light like heâd been taught in basic, trying to see through the wall of brush and rock.
âHey, John David,â Cordy said.
âWhat are yâall doing up here?â he asked. âYou out of your minds? Your daddy catches you, Cordy, heâll skin you alive.â
âNice to see you too, John David,â Hays said.
âShut up. You steal the key to the gate from Medric? This your idea of a good time, bringing Cordy and my sister up here?â
âIt wasnât Hays,â Naomi said.
But Hays didnât care. He only grinned out from under that hood and pretended to whittle a bit more wood, flashing that Buck knife. âYou bring our shine?â he asked.
âSure, because stealing Chessieâs shine and bringing it to a bunch of kids is a brilliant idea.â
âItâs Scarlettâs birthday,â Naomi said. âShe wanted you to come.â
John David looked at her, making his sister drop her eyes. âOnly reason I comeâs to make sure yâall leave. It ainât safe here.â
âHays is here,â Cordy said. âAinât nothing gonna happen, John David.â
âHays?â John David asked, saying it like the name itself was a joke. âCome on, weâre leaving.â
He tugged at Naomiâs hand again. This time she planted herself firm.
âI canât leave. Itâs Scarlettâs birthday .â
âI said weâre leaving. Iâm taking you home.â
Naomi wrenched herself free and stepped closer to the fire.
Hays laid the block of wood down but kept the knife in his hand. âYou think you can take off three years and come back being the big shot you were?â
âI donât want to be anything,â John David said. âI just want to be left alone.â
âSo do we,â Naomi said. âJust go on, John David. Or stay, I donât care. But Iâm not leaving, and you canât make me.â
âI can.â
âWhat are you gonna do, tell Daddy?
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