Dust Girl: The American Fairy Trilogy Book 1 (19 page)

I lay down under the sheet and tried not to squirm. Shimmy put the light out, and before too long I heard faint snores. I stared into the dark, waiting and thinking.

Tap, tap, tap
.

I sat up and peeked under the shade. Jack, fully dressed, was on the other side of the window, tapping on the pane with the tip of one finger.

I tiptoed across the floor, freezing when the boards creaked. Shimmy kept right on snoring. I eased the door open and stepped out onto the cabin’s tiny stoop.

Shimmy had clearly packed Jack’s suitcase like she’d packed hers … ours. He had on a pair of long pants now, a clean shirt, and new work boots. Even though he’d kept his newsboy cap, he looked older. It was funny how clothes could do that.

Jack looked hard at my nightgown, like he couldn’t believe I changed out of my traveling clothes. I don’t know what he thought I was going to do, go to bed fully dressed with Shimmy right there?

“Let’s go,” he whispered.

“Jack … maybe we shouldn’t.” I didn’t ask him to look at my skin or my hair. I couldn’t find a way to explain that I couldn’t travel like this. I didn’t know how to put on an act like Shimmy did to get past the hard, suspicious eyes. I’d never learned. Instead, I told him about what I’d seen in Shimmy’s mirror.

Jack swallowed hard and glanced toward the Packard, hunkered down low in the dark.

“Not much we can do about Morgan,” he said. “We’ll just have to be careful. I tell you what: we can take the car into the next town and sell it there. Use the money to buy a couple of train tickets west and …”

“And what? When we get there, what’ll we do?”

“We’ll find this house of St. Simon that Baya told you about.”

“But
how
?”

“I don’t know. But we will. With your magic …”

“My magic I can’t use,” I reminded him.

“So what? You’re saying we should go with Shimmy to Kansas City? What’re we gonna do there?”

“Find my family.” It was the first time I’d said it out loud. It felt warm and right. I had family, and they were waiting for me.

But Jack didn’t see things that way. “You can’t mean it.”

“Why not?” I asked, the anger creeping out from where I’d shoved it back before. Why’d he want us to do this the hard way? “They can help us.”

“If they could help your papa, don’t you think they would have by now? He’s their son! And they didn’t exactly come running to help your mama while you were growing up, did they?”

Which was true, but I didn’t want to think about it too hard. “Well, maybe if we tell them what Baya said, they’ll know what to do, or where to look. They can …”

“When did you start trusting Shimmy?” he snapped.

I shrugged, and Jack shook his head. “She just wants you to come along quiet. I’ll bet the Unseelie, the Midnight People, whatever they call themselves, have got some kind of bounty out on you.”

“A bounty? They’re my
grandparents
.”

“You don’t know that! You’ve only got Shimmy’s word for it!”

I was angry. I was frightened. I didn’t want him to be right. “What do you know? You just want to go to California because you think the Seelies’ve got your little sister out there.”

“So what?”

“So, they’re even bigger liars than Shimmy! They’re just trying to lure us over into their territory so they can grab us!”

“Keep your voice down, dopey! You’ll wake the whole place up!”

“Don’t call me dopey!”

“All right. All right! Just … just pipe down, will you?” Jack sat on the little board porch with his hands dangling between his knees. When he finally looked up at me, I saw moonlight shining in his tired blue eyes. “What do you want to do, Callie?”

I grabbed the edges of the fluffy pink robe Shimmy had given me and pulled them tight around my throat. I didn’t look at Jack. I wouldn’t be able to go through with things if I looked at him too much right now.

“I want to go to Kansas City,” I said. “Just for a little
while. Just to ask for help. If they won’t help, we’ll turn right around and head out on our own.” The whole time I talked, I ignored the part of my brain telling me there was no way on God’s green earth it would be that easy.

Jack sat there quiet for a long time, looking out at the dark, listening to the crickets. “Okay,” he sighed at last. “If that’s what you want.”

“Thank you.”

He smiled all lopsided at me as he got to his feet. “Sure. Go ahead and get some sleep.”

I turned around and headed into the cabin, but stopped on the threshold and looked back over my shoulder. Jack, tall and slim, stood right on the edge of the patch of light from the pole by the office. “I’d never have gotten this far without you,” I said.

Jack tipped his cap to me. My heart squirmed around to find a new position under my ribs. I closed the door fast before I could say something really stupid.

In the morning, Jack and the car were gone.

“I am gonna skin that boy alive!” Shimmy’s anger tumbled over me like wind in a dust storm.

“It’s not that bad,” I whispered. But it was. My knees were shaking so much I had to sit down on the edge of my bed. Jack was gone. I wanted to run back outside hollering for him, like he might just be hiding in one of the other cabins, or on his way to the showers. But I knew he wasn’t there. He’d lit out and left me, and taken the car with him. I’d thought he was my friend. I’d thought … I’d thought all kinds of things, and now they were all gone too.

“The motel owner’s got a truck. I saw it,” I said, trying to sound like it was the missing car that was important, not the fact that Jack took it. Not that Jack left me. Us. “We can ask him to give us a lift to town.…”

“And tell him what?” Shimmy demanded. “We spun him a story about you two being in my mammy-ass charge.
How’s that gonna fit with that boy running off and stealing the car? Do you know how much glamour it’ll take to get him to believe something else? We’ll have the whole Shining Court on us like flies on sugar!”

I swallowed and clenched my shaking hands over my shaking knees. “I don’t understand. You weren’t worried yesterday.…”

“
Yesterday
we were in a car. Haven’t you noticed by now? Iron and steel raise Cain with magic. I just had to concentrate on keeping us going in the right direction, and all that bright metal kept us safe and hid. Just one more car in the dust. Now they’re gonna have a clear line of sight.…” Shimmy’s anger wavered, and for a minute, I saw her fear. I wanted the anger back right away.

“What about Shake?” I asked desperately. “Couldn’t you call him, or send him a telegram or something? He’d help, wouldn’t he …?”

She just looked at me like she couldn’t believe I’d say something so dumb. “Shake’s not anywhere a phone call’s gonna find him. He’s … he’s gone on ahead.” Shimmy slumped down on the bed and smoothed her hair back. “Go get your breakfast. I gotta think.”

I nodded and left her there, closing the door softly behind me.

The dining hall was a single-story building, painted white to match the cabins. It had one long table down the middle, covered by a faded red-and-white-checked cloth. A pair of traveling men sat at the near end, and an old couple
at the far. There was no mirror. I couldn’t see what I looked like to them. I sat right in the middle and tried to make myself as small as possible.

A stout woman with stringy gray hair straggling down around her ears brought out big bowls of Cream of Wheat and a platter of ham slices. There was a jug of molasses and another of milk. I tried to eat, but I could only choke down a few spoonfuls of the hot cereal. Shimmy’s anger still crawled across my skin, and that wasn’t as bad as the big hole inside me from where Jack had pulled up stakes.

Maybe he isn’t really gone
. I used the fork to pick my ham slice into little pink bits.
Maybe he just ran into town to check out where we were headed, or hock his suitcase to buy me and him those railroad tickets. Maybe he’s on his way back right now. I’ll walk out of here and he’ll be driving up, and he’ll get out of the car and I’ll feel bad for having not trusted him again.…

Of course, when I walked out, the parking spot under the dead live oaks was empty of everything but tire tracks. But as I stood there trying to stop my chin from trembling, I heard the rumble of a car motor coming up behind me.

Jack!

Shimmy’s big silver Packard turned into the motor court, and sure enough, there was Jack behind the wheel. He braked and I ran up to the passenger side to yank the door open.

“Where in the world …?”

My question died an early death, because Bull Morgan
was sitting up in the backseat. His revolver was out of its holster and aimed right at the base of Jack’s neck. His swollen thumb held the hammer cocked back.

“Call that gal you made off with.” Morgan’s toothpick bobbled with each word. A smell rose up when he spoke, like old meat left out for the dogs. His cheeks sagged. The skin on his fat hands sagged. Runnels of damp trickled down his face like he was sweating hard, and his lips still had that blue tint, like he was freezing cold. “Get her out here now, or I’ll shoot this one dead.”

Jack didn’t look around. He sat there, breathing hard from the fear, staring straight ahead. His hands gripped the steering wheel, and he tried to lean forward, away from Morgan’s gun.

The worst part was there was nothing I could do except what I was told.

“Shimmy!” I shouted. “Shimmy! Come out here!”

Look out the window first
, I prayed.
Please, look out first to see what’s happening
. But no such luck. The cabin door squeaked open right away.

“What on earth are you hollerin’ about …?” I didn’t need to look behind me to know she’d stopped dead in her tracks.

“Get in, both of ya,” Morgan growled. “Right up front next to your boy here, where I can keep an eye on all of ya.”

I looked to Shimmy. Her eyes burned bright with anger, but she dropped no hint that I should do anything but follow Morgan’s orders. So I slid into the car beside Jack,
and Shimmy climbed in beside me. She sat up poker-straight, both her hands clasped around her white beaded bag. I hadn’t seen it in her hand when she came out of the cabin. Hope slid in under the fear. Shimmy still had her magic and, unlike me, she knew how to use it.

“Drive,” Morgan snapped.

Jack shifted the car into reverse and swung it around, carrying us all back toward the highway. I thought that when the motel man found our empty cabins, he’d congratulate himself for making guests pay in advance. I wondered if he’d find the suitcases, or if they’d turn into something else without Shimmy there, like how the Hoppers’ fifty-dollar bill had become a dried leaf.

Morgan ordered Jack to head west. Jack did as he was told. He glanced at me, and his mouth moved. I thought he was saying
Sorry
.

“What happened?” I whispered.

Jack made a strangled noise, and Bull Morgan chuckled. “Oh, you go on and tell her, boy.” He prodded the revolver’s barrel into Jack’s shoulder, but before Jack had a chance to draw a breath, Morgan just kept on talking. “The local sheriff’s a good man. A righteous man. When I explained to him we had a car thief on the road, he helped me set up the roadblock, easy as that. This one thought he could run it through, but he plowed into the drift instead.”

While Morgan talked, Shimmy started to hum, low and quiet, a tiny trickle of sound. Morgan swung his arm over to press the revolver barrel right against her scalp. “You keep
quiet, gal, or I’ll blow your brains out all over this nice upholstery. You understand me?”

“Oh, yes, sir.” Shimmy’s words cut like broken glass. “Yes, I surely do understand that.”

I knotted my fists over my thighs. There had to be something I could do. We couldn’t be just sitting here, letting Morgan take us to … to … 
them
. I thought about the Trixies and the Hoppers. I didn’t want to know what else waited out there.

Maybe I could get Jack and Shimmy out. If we split up, whoever chased us would come after me. Probably. Maybe then I could work up a plan.

“What do you want with them?” I said out loud. “I’m the one folks are after.”

“That is true.” Morgan chomped a few extra times on his toothpick. “But you might not behave so nice if you ain’t got your mammy here to make you mind. Or your little boyfriend.” He brought the gun back around so it rested under Jack’s right ear. Jack winced, and the car wobbled.

“Careful there, Jew boy,” Morgan snarled. “You keep it on the road, or my hand might just slip.”

Jack’s jaw clenched, and I felt the anger flash through him. He wanted to do something, wanted
me
to do something. He was wishing for it, wishing hard. But I glanced at Shimmy, and she shook her head.

“That’s better.” Morgan grinned. Blood speckled his blue lips.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Oh, there’s plans for you, girlie. You’re gonna be took care of good and proper, you are.”

My heart turned upside down and tried to burrow itself behind my stomach, which was already working up a good sick from the fear and the stink.

“Why are you doing this?” Jack asked suddenly. “Why not just shoot us?”

I knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to get Morgan talking so maybe he’d let slip something we could use. But still, that was not the kind of thing you wanted to hear from your only friend, especially after he’d run out on you and gotten himself kidnapped by a dead man.

“Now, there’s a thought,” sneered Morgan, and the revolver swung toward me. “What do you say, girlie? Should I just shoot you?”

A gun is a terrible thing. It’s a dark hole pointed at you, and that hole swallows up everything else in the world, your friends, your nerve, until there’s nothing but you and what’s waiting in that little round space of dark.

“I asked you a question, girlie,” wheezed Morgan. “Should I shoot you?”

“No, sir,” I whispered.

“No, sir.” Morgan grinned. His teeth were black with blood and dirt. “Didn’t think so, somehow. You just keep your fine ideas to yourself, boy, and keep drivin’.”