The Wolf Road: A Novel by Beth Lewis

Author:Beth Lewis [Lewis, Beth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense, Crime, Serial Killers, Suspense, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction, Post-Apocalyptic
ISBN: 110190612X
Amazon: B016GRP86G
Publisher: Crown
Published: 2016-07-03T16:00:00+00:00

Penelope put wild garlic on the rabbit, roasted it up right nice over cherrywood. I tell you, I ain’t had a better meal this side a’ the Mussa. My doubts and whining had gone and I knew it weren’t really the rabbit I was afraid to kill.

We stayed in that clearing the rest of the day. My ribs was feeling better for the food and rest and I set some more snares for tomorrow’s breakfast. I didn’t notice when Penelope started limping. She said it was a blister on her foot from the wet shoes, nothing to do with the cut on her leg. That was fine, that was healing. I believed her. She was the one with the medicine smarts after all.

We didn’t talk much to each other rest a’ that day. I weren’t in no mood for it. Kreagar’s words in that basement kept repeating in me like bad chili: Think on why I ain’t killing you, he’d said. Them words came out a’ Kreagar’s mouth, not my Trapper’s. That’s why I didn’t recognize ’em for so long. Maybe he didn’t think I’d led Lyon to him on purpose, which was why he weren’t killing me. But there was something else in there, some darker reason he was still on my tail. I could feel him there, somewhere just out a’ sight, over that hill or behind that tree. I’d be ready for him when he came for me, you can be sure a’ that. When I wasn’t setting and checking snares, I practiced.

I carved a pale circle into a tree what could handle it, about the height a’ Kreagar’s head. Held my knife by the blade and threw it at the target. Knife bounced off, stuck itself into the dirt. Same thing happened second time, third time, all the damn times.

“It’s the weight,” Penelope shouted from the fire.

I scrunched my face up to a frown. “What you know about it?”

She came over, slowly. “The handle is too heavy for the blade.”

Back tensed like she’d said something bad a’ my firstborn. “Handle’s perfect. You don’t know shit about knives.”

She took it off me. “And you don’t know shit about physics.”

Opened my mouth to argue but I didn’t even know what the hell that was.

“You didn’t make this knife to be thrown, did you?”

Shook my head.

She stuck out her finger and laid the blade on it, right up at the hilt. Then she let the knife go with her other hand. It fell right on the ground.

“What’s that meant to prove?” I said.

She picked it up. “That your handle is too heavy and the knife isn’t balanced.”

I had to be able to throw it, hard and right on target. “How do I make it right?”

“This bit,” she said, pointing to one of the two antler nubs at the base. “Get rid of it.”

“Be easier to cut the steel,” I said, took the knife back, looked at it sadlike.

“It’s up to you,” she said, “but you’ll never get it in that target the way it is.

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