Part 26 (1/2)
”I'm embarra.s.sed,” she replied.
”You mean embarra.s.sing,” Fenstermacher chuckled. Dawson' s thrown boot missed badly.
Wilson stood up. ”I used to sing. I remember some old songs.” ”Don't go singing beer-drinking songs,” Shannon jibed. ”Yes! Keep it clean, Gunner,” Buccari requested.
”He can't even breathe and do that,” Fenstermacher needled. Everyone laughed as Wilson chased Fenstermacher into the cold pa.s.sageway. Buccari turned back to the dweller writings and pondered the future. It was going to be a long winter. She looked up to see MacArthur staring at her. MacArthur grinned bashfully and turned away, his color rising. No one but Buccari noticed.
Dawson and Wilson began harmonizing an ancient carol. Soon all were singing, and it was beautiful.
Chapter 29.
Spring The alpine lake in MacArthur' s Valley was large, a full day's hike to circ.u.mnavigate. At its southern end, on the eastern side, a finger of forest protruded, forming a cove. Wooded islets protected the mouth of the harbor. MacArthur had seized on the locale early in his explorations. Besides sheltered access to the lake, there was an abundance of wood-evergreen and hardwood-and the soil seemed favorable for planting. But the primary attraction was the spring, an irrepressible knuckle of sweet water bubbling from the ground. It flowed energetically across flower-margined stones to the cove's sandy beach.
”Ouch, this water's cold,” Goldberg said, squatting next to the gurgling spring, rinsing fish entrails from her hands. Fat lake fish lay beheaded and gutted on the rocks. A hunter perched near-by, watching with obvious interest. Dawson had named him Bluenose.
”Chief Wilson's got a pot of water on the fire,” Dawson said, cleaning her knife in the sand. ”Let's see if we can clean off some of this smell.”
”I feel like I've been gutting fish all my life,” Goldberg moaned.
”Cheer up,” Dawson said, throwing Bluenose a piece of fish. The hunter deftly caught it in his long jaw and swallowed it whole. ”Hudson says today is our anniversary. We've been here one Earth year.”
”That's supposed to make me feel better?” Goldberg asked, looking up at the sound of a tree cras.h.i.+ng to the ground. Tookmanian and Schmidt were clearing timber up the hill. Downhill, near the cove beach, Lee and Mendoza tilled black, muddy soil, only recently uncovered by receding lake waters. Oneof the tall dwellers-a gardener-scurried about, hoe in hand and a satchel of seeds about its neck.
”Give me a hand, little momma,” Dawson pleaded, collecting her gear, including a pistol. At least one person in every work group was armed; the cove's largest drawback was the number of Gargantuan bears that still considered it their territory. Two grizzled monsters had already paid with their truculent lives; their furs stretched on tanning frames downwind from the tents.
”d.a.m.n, Nancy, are you getting big!” Goldberg exclaimed, helping the awkward Dawson to her feet, both ladies grunting like teamsters. Dawson' s clothes no longer fit, and she was draped with loose furs and hides. Makes.h.i.+ft robes s.h.i.+fted indelicately as Dawson gained her feet. Above a pair of men's s.p.a.ce boots rose the twin pillars of her bare white legs, sharply-muscled and covered with fine red hair. A tangle of pelts attempted to cover her heavy-boned frame and distended belly. Her freckled, coa.r.s.e features were sunburned. An explosion of fiery red hair shot from her head.
”A pregnant cave woman!” Goldberg hooted.
”Don't tease, Pepper!” Dawson pleaded. ”You ain't no bargain.”
”Thank you,” Goldberg replied with exaggerated sophistication, posturing a lean body that had been made hard and wiry by unending work.
”Let's haul this bear bait up to the tents,” Dawson said, eyeing the opportunistic hunter. ”Can't leave it here.”
”I stink,” Goldberg whined, putting the cleaned fish into a basket. They walked uphill to the tent circle, where the odors of wood smoke and leather blended flagrantly. Fenstermacher, laboring with strips of precious hide, sat on the ground next to the cook fire. He struggled to st.i.tch two strips together, binding them around a wooden frame.
”Brat's awake,” Fenstermacher grumbled, concentrating on his work. ”She's making noises. Already makes more sense than her old man, but what ain't smarter than a Marine?”
”Thanks for watching her, Winnie,” Goldberg said, putting the fish next to the fire and taking a dipper of hot water. After was.h.i.+ng the scales from her hands, Goldberg leaned into one of the tents. Honey lay on her back, nestled in furs, playing with her toes. Goldberg leaned over and grabbed the brown infant, saddling it on her hip.
A layer of clouds scudded darkly overhead, threatening more rain. They had already seen one ferocious storm. Goldberg draped a plush nightmare skin over Honey's back. The baby clung tightly to her mother.
”I can't believe Shannon is letting you use those hides to build a boat,” Dawson said. ”What a waste.”
Fenstermacher squinted in concentration, a length of rawhide in his mouth. He mumbled something obscene.
A monotonous thumping drifted across the clearing; Tookmanian and Schmidt still labored at the forest's edge, their axes arcing in the sharp light. Uphill from the tents, near the gus.h.i.+ng springhead, sat Chief Wilson, his ample bottom firmly planted on a stump carved into a chair, a dweller ax at his feet. Buccari and Shannon stood with him, gesturing with sweeping motions. Tonto, Buccari's ubiquitous companion, perched on a fallen log.
”Hey, Chief,” Goldberg shouted, ”I'm tired of women's work. All we do is sew and clean fish.”
Wilson and Buccari turned. Shannon was already facing the women, his eyes affectionately on Dawson. Wilson was wet with perspiration.
”Too d.a.m.n bad, Goldbrick!” Wilson snapped. ”I don't know what to say. Here!” He reached down and grabbed the ax, throwing it at Goldberg's feet. Tonto' s head jerked upwards. ”Take my job and chop and haul those logs. I'll be happy to do a little sewing. Yeah! And after I get some sewing done, I'll still have time for my other job. Yeah! Real man's work-cooking!”
”Whoa, Gunner! Easy does it,” Buccari interjected. Her auburn ponytail, streaked from the sun, twitched across her shoulders. ”Goldberg wasn't trying to make trouble.”
”Hrmmph,” Wilson snorted. ”She never tries tries to.” to.”
”You hit Chief Wilson at the wrong time, Pepper,” Buccari said. ”Be patient. You have a baby to take care of, and Dawson' s not in shape to do much of anything. Give it time.”
”Sure, Lieutenant,” Dawson jumped in. ”Gosh, Chief! Didn't know you'd lost your sense of humor, or we would've been extra special nice to you, just like we usually are.”
”Pick on someone your own size, Dawson!” Wilson snarled.
”That's more like it,” Dawson replied. She winked at Shannon, put her arm around Goldberg's back and gently pushed her up the hill.
”Come on, Trouble, let's go see how the guys are doing,” Dawson said. The two ladies continued walking, leaving the tent clearing. Goldberg s.h.i.+fted the baby to her other hip and readjusted her furs as they walked into the forest toward the quarry where most of the men were hewing rocks. Large-boled trees and thick underbrush lined both sides of the climbing path.
”The b.i.t.c.h!” Goldberg spit.
”Pardon me?” Dawson replied. ”You can't-”
”Bulls.h.i.+t! Who's she to tell us to be patient!” Goldberg snapped. ”She's the boss man. An officer! She has no idea what it's like for us.”
”Come on, Pepper! Enough,” Dawson replied.
”She's not one of us. She doesn't know what it's like to be treated like a woman! We get all the c.r.a.p jobs, and she gets to be king s.h.i.+t!”
”Slow down, Goldie. You're not making sense.” Dawson grabbed her large belly and inhaled.
”I'd like to see her pregnant. That'd get her off her high horse...the b.i.t.c.h.”
”Pepper! That's not right!” Dawson stopped. ”We're lucky she's strong. You wouldn't want her job, not even for a ticket home. She's got all of us to worry about! And how would you like to try and tell these muscleheads how to act? You think that's easy? She's doing it! And they listen to her. She's the boss!” Dawson belched.
”She outranks everybody. They have to listen,” Goldberg reb.u.t.ted.
”Nonsense! If Buccari showed even the slightest weakness, they'd run over her like dogs. It'd be the law of the jungle, and you know it.” Dawson hiccoughed.
”But-” Goldberg started to say.
”n.o.body got us pregnant but ourselves!” Dawson interrupted, hiccoughing again.
”Didn't know you could get pregnant by yourself,” Goldberg retorted.