Devil Moon

Chapter Six

In the gray light of predawn, the valley was serene and still save for writhing tendrils of mist.

Two Knives had slung his bow over his shoulder and was holding the lance as he edged around the lodge. Elk Running was behind him. Two Knives was careful to keep his back to the lodge and whispered to his son to do the same.

Two Knives stopped and probed the murky depths of the greenery for their adversary.

“Where is it?” Elk Running whispered.

Two Knives would like to think it was gone for good. But if the Devil Cat was like its tawny cousins, it had a territory it roamed. Which meant it would be back.

“Do you see it anywhere?”

“Not yet.”

“I want to kill it for what it did to Fox Tail. I want to skin it and hang the hide on our wall.”

To the east a golden glow was spreading across the sky. The stars were blinking out and being replaced by light blue.

Elk Running fidgeted. “How long will we stand here?”

“No longer,” Two Knives said. He believed the Devil Cat was gone, if only for a while. Hurrying inside, he imparted the news to his wife and daughter, ending with “We should go while we can.”

“Go where?” Dove Sings asked.

“We must leave the valley.”

All three of them stared at him as if they must have misheard.

“We have lived here since before Fox Tail was born,” Dove Sings said. “It is our home.”

“We must go far enough that the Devil Cat will not find us,” Two Knives said. “We can pack and be gone before the morning is done.” They did not have a lot of possessions.

“We are running away?” Elk Running said.

“We are.”

“It is wrong to run. This is our home, Father. And what of my brother? Did he die for nothing?”

“He died as a warning to us,” Two Knives said. “The Devil Cat is too smart and too strong for us to kill. Our only hope to live is to let it have the valley.”

“I do not like running.”

“You are young yet. When you have grown more you will see that running to live another day is better than dying.”

Dove Sings surprised him by saying, “I do not like running, either, husband. We should fight.”

“For this?” Two Knives said, and stepping to the wall of limbs and brush, he smacked it. “We can build another lodge.”

“I have many happy memories of our valley. We have been in peace here and our life has been good.”

“Until now.”

“I like it here, too,” Bright Rainbow said.

Two Knives was irritated with them. He was the father and husband and they should accede to his wisdom. “The valley is not worth our lives.”

“I think it is,” Elk Running said.

“You have not seen the Devil Cat as I have,” Two Knives told him. “You do now know what we face.”

“It is an animal, and animals can be killed.”

“So can we,” Two Knives argued, but it was apparent he was speaking for nothing. The three were determined to stay. “My heart is sad that you oppose me.”

“We do no such thing,” Dove Sings said. “We only want to fight where you want to run.”

“You think me a coward.”

Dove Sings came over and clasped his hand. “You always put us above all else. I love that about you. But you must not let it make you weak when you must be strong.”

Two Knives was stunned. She had never talked to him like this. “We fight and we might die.”

“I have lived long with you. I would die happy with you at my side.”

His head in a whirl, Two Knives sat by the fire. He needed to think. Every instinct he had warned against this folly. “Killing the Devil Cat will not be easy.”

“We could set a snare,” Elk Running said.

“We would need rope as thick as my arm.”

“A pit, then?” Dove Sings suggested.

“It would take us half a moon to dig one big enough and deep enough,” Two Knives noted.

Dove Sings hunkered beside him. “Here is an idea. We could go to the Shoshones and ask for help. Their leader, Touch the Clouds, has brought us deer meat.”

“Once,” Two Knives said. She made perfect sense, but a part of him balked at going to outsiders.

“What about Wolverine? He was nice. He would help.”

“I would not know where to find him.”

“How about that other white man? The one everyone says is a friend to all Indians. The one who took a Shoshone woman for his wife?”

“They call him Grizzly Killer,” Two Knives said. “We have never met him. What reason would he have to help us?”

“Then it is us alone.”

Elk Running said, “Three against one cat.”

“Four,” Bright Rainbow amended.

That made them smile. Dove Sings held her arms open and Bright Rainbow stepped into them and Dove Sings hugged her.

Elk Running patted his sister on the shoulder and said, “We would not forget you.”

Two Knives racked his mind for a means of slaying a creature nearly impossible to slay. Poison would work if he could get the cat to eat tainted meat. A shallow pit lined with sharp stakes wouldn’t kill it but might severely wound it and make it easy to track and finish off. So there were possibilities. The trick was to choose the best.

“I will make breakfast,” Dove Sings announced, and moved to the parfleche in which she stored their dried meat and pemmican and roots.

Two Knives wasn’t hungry; he was too on edge. But it would be good for her to keep busy, so he rubbed his belly and said, “I could eat a bull elk.” He had another idea: rigging the lance to impale the cat. With the right bait and a sapling, it could be done.

“Where did the Devil Cat come from?” Elk Running wondered. “It has not bothered us before.”

“The old ones say a Devil Cat is born into the world every hundred winters,” Two Knives said. “It is as rare as a white buffalo. But where the white buffalo brings good medicine, the Devil Cat is an omen for evil.”

“Father?” Bright Rainbow said softly.

“I would like to see a white buffalo one day,” Elk Running said. “Didn’t Grandfather see one?”

“Father?” Bright Rainbow said again.

“Yes, he did,” Two Knives confirmed. “On the prairie when he was about your age.”

“Father!”

“What is it, little one?”

Bright Rainbow pointed.

Two Knives looked, and his breath caught in his throat. He had forgotten to tie the hide when he came back in and there was the Devil Cat, the hide pushed back, crouched in the opening and glaring at them with slanted eyes of blazing yellow-green fire.

“No!” Dove Sings shouted, and scooped Rainbow into her arms.

Elk Running had set down his bow, but he had a knife in a sheath on his hip. Drawing it, he leaped at the giant.

“Stop!” Two Knives shouted, too late, for the next instant the Devil Cat reared and struck Elk Running across the chest. Elk Running cried out and was flung at Two Knives. Both of them went down and the lance was knocked from Two Knives’s grasp.

Two Knives sought to rise and defend his family. Out of the corner of his eye he glimpsed a black blur. Dove Sings screamed. He pushed from under Elk Running, who was thrashing and spurting scarlet, and rose.

Dove Sings was down. The Devil Cat had her by the throat. She was striking its head and neck to no avail as its fangs ravaged her flesh.

Two Knives scooped up the lance. He thrust at the Devil Cat’s side, but it was too fast and dodged. He went after it and it skipped away. He had never seen anything so fast. Feinting left, he speared to the right and the tip penetrated the cat’s shoulder.

There was not a lot of room for the Devil Cat to move, but move it did, vaulting clear.

Dove Sings was struggling to rise. Her throat and the front of her dress were red. She saw Two Knives and reached for him and would have buckled had he not wrapped an arm around her waist.

“I have you.”

The Devil Cat was crouched on the far side, hissing mightily, its long tail flicking back and forth.

“We must flee,” Dove Sings gurgled.

Two Knives turned to his son. Elk Running’s eyes were wide and his face wooden. A crimson pool was spreading under the boy’s body. Whirling, Two Knives propelled his wife toward the hide. He looked for Bright Rainbow but didn’t see her. Another moment and he burst out into the harsh glare of the hot sun. He turned to the right, or tried to. The hide exploded outward and the Devil Cat was on them. It leaped full onto Dove Sings, ripping her from his grasp and smashing her belly-down on the ground. Their eyes met and she raised her fingers to Two Knives in mute appeal. He went to throw himself at the cat—and the beast bit down on the top of her head. Its fangs punctured her skull as his flint knives would puncture melons. He saw the life fly from her, saw her eyes go empty.

In a rage, the Devil Cat shook her and clawed at her body.

Nearly numb with a hurt that surpassed any physical wound, Two Knives ran. He didn’t know where he was running. All he could think of was that his wife was gone. He had gone a dozen strides when he remembered his daughter. “Bright Rainbow!” he cried, and stopped and turned. He took a step to rush back and heard her call him.

“Father!”

Bright Rainbow stepped from behind a nearby pine. Sweeping her into his arms, Two Knives fled. He did not care if some would call him a coward. He had lost three of those he loved; he would not lose Bright Rainbow or his own life if he could help it. He realized he still had the spear and firmed his grip.

“Mother,” Bright Rainbow said, and sobbed.

“Not yet, little one,” Two Knives cautioned between puffs for breath. “We must be as quiet as we can or the Devil Cat will be after us.” He glanced back, but there was no sign of it.

“I am sorry, Father,” Bright Rainbow said, sniffling. She wiped at her face with her sleeve. “I will try.”

The woods were a green tangle. Two Knives had been through them countless times and knew them well, yet he couldn’t tell where he was or which direction he was running. A glance at the sun revealed he was headed north. He remembered a certain slope and a possible haven, and he ran faster.

“They are both dead, aren’t they?” Bright Rainbow asked.

“Yes.”

“What will we do without Mother?”

“Quiet.” But Two Knives wondered the same thing: what would he do without the woman who had been everything to him? Sorrow washed over him, but he fought it. As he had told Bright Rainbow, now was not the time. There would be ample time later on for grief—provided they lived.

Branches loomed in their path. Thickets rose in impassable barriers. Logs and boulders had to be vaulted or avoided. At one point Two Knives nearly tripped over the spear and shifted his grip so he held it higher and it wouldn’t happen again.

“Where are we going?” Bright Rainbow asked.

“I said no talking.” Two Knives was listening for pursuit. The Devil Cat was bound to come after them. It had killed everyone else. Which proved that its reputation for bloodlust was well deserved.

“Father,” Bright Rainbow said.

“Not now.” Two Knives had spied his goal.

“Father, please.”

“We are almost there.” Two Knives weaved through oaks. Above him canted a bluff. Midway up was a jumble of rocks from a bygone slide and above it their salvation.

“It is important.”

Two Knives remembered not listening to her in the lodge, and the tragic consequences. “What is it, little one?”

“The Devil Cat is after us.”

Two Knives glanced over his shoulder. “No!” he cried, and pumped his legs. He reached the slope and up they flew, small stones and dirt sliding out from under his feet. In desperation he lunged the final distance and hurled his daughter from him. Turning, he held the lance ready to thrust.

A black streak was almost to the edge of the forest.

“What do I do?” Bright Rainbow wailed.

“There!” Two Knives yelled, and nodded at what he hoped would be their sanctuary.

“What about you?”

“Do it!”

Then there was no time for talking. There was no time for anything.

The Devil Cat was on them.