them. Learned a lot from my own dad too, of course. Though I figure the Ojibwa part is why Iâm so chatty and talkative. Itâs perverse for a Finn.â
He scrubbed down his hands and forearms with some of the snow lying in the shade of a whortleberry bush, trying not to think about hot showers and soap. She passed him his coat again, and winced a bit doing it, pulling her hands back protectively and curling the fingers as he took the garment.
âDamn, let me look at that.â
He took her hand in his and opened it. The palms looked worse than they were, because the strings of skin from the burst blisters had turned black. Havel drew his puukko again, tested the edge by shaving a patch of hair from his forearm, then began to neatly trim the stubs of dead skin; that should help a little, and reduce the chafing. There hadnât been time for her to really grow any calluses yet.
âI told you to put more of the salve on them,â he scolded. âYouâre pushing it too hard. When something starts bleeding, say so and someone will spell you on the stretcher.â
âIâm doing less than Eric is, Mike,â she said.
âYouâre also forty pounds lighter than Eric, and most of thatâs on his shoulders and arms,â Havel said bluntly. âI thought you had more between your ears than he does, though. Youâve got nothing to prove.â And youâre certainly not the cream-puff airhead I thought you were, he thought. Massively ignorant, but not stupid.
She learned quickly, rarely had to be told how to do something twice, and didnât stand around waiting to be found work.
And sheâs no quitter or whiner. Complains less than her brother.
âEric may be bigger, but Iâm a lot younger than DadâI donât like the way he looks,â she went on, leaning a little closer and lowering her voice. âMike, he goes gray sometimes when heâs been on the stretcher for twenty minutes, especially on the steep parts. The doctorâs warned him about his heart. What will we do if he . . . gets sick . . . out here? Carrying him and Momââ
There sheâs got me, he thought, looking over at the elder Larsson.
The flesh had melted away from him, but it didnât make him look healthy, just sort of sagging, and his color was as bad as Signe thought. Cold and the brutal work and lack of proper sleep or enough food was grinding him down, and he wasnât a young man or in good shape.
And this isnât the way to get into shape at his age. Much more of this and I wouldnât bet on him coming through. But I canât take him off carrying the stretcher for at least some of the time. Thereâs too much else to do and Iâm the one who knows how to do it.
âBy the way, Mike,â Signe said, obviously pushing the worry aside with an effort of will. âThereâs something you should consider about âmystical crap,â as you put it.â
His brows went up and she continued by putting her hand out, fingers cocked like a pistol and making a fffffumph between lips and teeth, uncannily like the way his gun had sounded when he tried to fire it.
Have to admit, youâve got a point, he thought, and was about to say it aloud when he heard Ericâs voice, cracking with excitement: âA deer! She got a deer, and itâs running away!â
Havel was on his feet and running forward in an instant, scooping up the rabbit stick and tumbling Signe on her backside with a squawk; she was up and following him half a heartbeat later, though.
He passed Eric, but the twins were right on his heels as he flashed into the clearing; their legs were long and their hightops were better running gear than his solid mountain boots. Astrid was a hundred yards ahead, sprinting fast with the bow pumping back and forth in her left hand; and the blood trail was clear enough for anyone to followâbright gouts and splashes of it on snow
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