she said. “The police should know about it.”
“They wouldn’t do anything.”
Paul’s chair creaked. “You don’t know that, Pierre.”
The glass slid across the table with a rumble. “You have something better than this?”
Hannah answered, “Not tonight.”
Paul’s chair scraped. “Pierre, call the police about that note. There’s nothing we can do that the police wouldn’t do better.”
“You could protect me!”
“How?” asked Paul.
“Let me stay here tonight.”
Bird was taken aback. The idea of their smelly, drunken neighbour sleeping on the couch didn’t appeal to her at all.
“Look, I’ll be no trouble. Where’s your can?” With no warning, Pierre pushed open the kitchen door and immediately tripped over Bird and Julia. They yelped in surprise and tried to scramble out of his way.
“Damn kids!” he yelled.
Lucky began to bark loudly, and he rushed along the hall to Bird and Julia. Pierre, who’d just got to his feet, was knocked over again by the dog.
“Damn dog!” He kicked out and missed Lucky by a few inches.
Lucky growled.
Hannah grabbed the dog by his collar and stood between Pierre and the girls. “Pierre, you’re drunk. I don’t want you staying here tonight.”
“You read that note! They’re coming to get me!”
“Call the police. They’ll protect you.”
“They think I’m guilty!”
Paul spoke. “You’re frightening everybody, including the dog.”
“What if Pierre stays in the barn tonight?” asked Bird helpfully. “We could give him that blow-up mattress and some blankets.”
“The barn?” sniffed Pierre. “Like some am ... mi ... nal? Animal?”
“It’s not so bad,” said Bird. “We sleep up there lots of times, when we’re waiting to help with a birthing—it’s actually quite nice.”
“It’s damp and noisy, with all the snorting and farting of horses.” Pierre drew himself up from the floor. “Seems I can’t count on my neighbours. Thanks for nothing.”
Paul opened the front door. “Pierre, don’t make us the bad guys. The choice is yours. Call the police or stay in the barn.”
Pierre walked outside with great dignity. He turned around, shook his fist and repeated, “Thanks for nothing!” He slammed the door behind him.
They all stood staring at the closed door.
“Holy smoke,” said Julia.
“That was upsetting,” added Hannah.
“What does the note say?” Bird asked. “Is it still in the kitchen?”
Paul nodded. “I think so. He forgot to take it.”
Bird dashed to the kitchen and snatched up the note. She read aloud:
“Pierre Hall, you’re a bully and a drunk. You’re going to feel what it’s like to have a tire iron across the head. Be afraid.”
“This is awful.” Bird dropped the note and wiped her hands on her pajamas, as if it was contaminated. “We have to call the police ourselves. Pierre won’t.”
Hannah nodded and picked up the phone. She punched in the numbers from Officer Polito’s card and waited. The voice mail was on, so Hannah left him the details of Pierre’s visit.
She put down the receiver with a worried frown. “That’s all we can do tonight. Let’s try to get some sleep.”
Tan watched as the neighbour left the house, and the lights in each window were extinguished. He’d hidden himself in the horses’ walk-in shelter in the paddock across from the front door, armed with his slingshot. He could trust the girl. He knew it. Adults could never hear what he said, and they never knew what he meant. That was always the trouble. Nobody understood him. But the girl would understand. She might even give him food. He would find a way to get to her tonight. He had to. Nothing would stop him this time. He could see that an upstairs window was open. This would be simple. All he’d have to do was climb up like Spider-Man, remove the screen ...
All at once, hot breath whooshed across Tan’s neck, and he spun. A huge creature was standing in the dark, so close that Tan couldn’t even make out what it was. He screamed—a muted, harsh, stunted sound—but the creature didn’t budge. Tan’s eyes flicked around. There was nowhere to run. He was trapped in the shelter with a monster.
Sundancer moved a little closer. He contemplated crushing the man, then rejected the idea. This human was going nowhere. Let him sweat. He stomped his front foot hard, inches away from the man’s legs.
Tan jumped in agitation and flattened himself against the wooden boards. He had to think of a way to handle this. Fast.
Sunny snorted. He leaned his neck forward and licked Tan’s chest.
Tan fell to the ground. He’d made his decision. He would play dead.
Sundancer lifted his upper lip and shook his head. Yuck. The man tasted disgusting, even with the salt of his sweat. He tossed his mane and walked out into the cool night. The grass in the paddock was delicious.
7
PUTTING UP THE HAY
Tan awoke with a start. Where was he? He had to get back to his tent ... it was already morning and he would be seen.
BIRD AWOKE THE next morning. It was Wednesday. With all the goings-on the night before, she hadn’t slept well, and her head felt thick. She lay in her bed and opened one eye. Julia had deserted the futon and was sprawled across her bed.
Outside, the sun was shining through the bright green leaves and the birds were chirping cheerfully. Without disturbing Julia, Bird slid out from under the covers, picked up her clothes from where she’d dropped them the night before and tiptoed downstairs.
In the kitchen, Lucky thumped his tail. His handsome brown face wore a sheepish expression.
Let me guess. Bird gave him a look. I’m too late?
One minute too late. I couldn’t help it.
Lucky, you’ve got to tell someone when you have to go out.
I don’t like waking people up.
We’d rather wake up than clean up.
Lucky hung his head.
Bark or whine like other dogs. You’re too polite for your own good.
I’ll try.
Where is it?
What?
The mess.
Lucky looked under the kitchen table and Bird’s eyes followed. She sighed. And do you still have to chew things? Your baby teeth fell out long ago. No more excuses.
I’m ashamed, girl. Let me out?
Bird patted him on the head. The little guy was worried. I’ll clean up everything, never fear. And Hannah won’t miss the oven mitt. She opened