your fault as mine,â Ethan answered, still snorting with hilarity. âThatâs why itâs so funny. You made it happen.â
âMy fault? I wasnât even near him!â
âYou did the Ghost Dance.â Ethanâs mirth was starting to subside. âItâs really working.â
âGhost Dance? What are you talking about?â
âSure,â Ethan answered, now perfectly serious. âThink about all those creepy things that have been happening to your family. Not like your father slipping in the river right nowâthatâs nothing. But the rocks falling yesterday, and the mustang nearly stomping your sister last night. You said it was my fault. Maybe youâre right. But you helped.â
âYouâre crazy!â
Steven had waded up to them now. Heâd heard what Ethan was saying, and asked him, âYou think the Ghost Dance caused those accidents?â
âDo I think?â Ethan didnât answer that, but he said, âThe Shoshone used to believe in itâa hundred years ago. Maybe some still do. They danced the Ghost Dance to make white people go away. Whatâs so great about it right now isââEthan began to laugh again, but it was not a pleasant sound as he pointed a finger at Jackââlike, what cracks me up is that Jack and Ashley danced the Ghost Dance, too, and itâs supposed to get rid of white people. Like them! You danced to get rid of yourselves.â
Steven said nothing, but his jaw began to work, and his fist clenched slightly. He just stared at Ethan, who stared right back, his stone-person expression in place again. Finally Steven said, âThe trail map shows a sandbar around the bend from here. I think itâs a good time for us to stop and eat.â
So Steven was going to let it go. Again. Jack mulled it over, deciding that the superstition about the Ghost Dance wasnât what bothered himâhe didnât believe in stuff like that. He didnât think Ethan did, either, since Ethan wouldnât answer either yes or no when Steven asked him straight out.
It was Ethanâs attitude that made Jack burn. That kid had the biggest and baddest attitude Jack had ever come across. Jack was ready to spit out an insult, but Steven was giving him a donât-makeâa-big-deal-out-of-this look, so Jack had to hold it in. One more item to add to the long rap sheet of offenses by Ethan Ingawanup.
Rocks arenât the most comfortable things to sit on, but the air was warm, the sandwiches tasted great, and no one else was around. Just three guysâtwo blond, one Native American. Two fatherless, one lucky enough to have a father who cared so much, both about his own son and about all fatherless children, no matter what punky jerks they turned out to be.
Above them, the rock walls were streaked with dark zebra stripes from minerals that had leached out of the surface over thousands of years. Since no one was talkingâjust chewingâit was quiet enough to hear the splashing of the Virgin River as it veered around the rocks that studded its bed, and the faint twitter of birds on the cliffs so high overhead, and another sound much fainter, so far away that Jack wasnât even sure heâd heard it. Thunder, maybe, but far, far in the distance. It didnât repeat, so he didnât mention it to his father.
âWhen you guys are finished,â Steven said, âweâll hike up past Orderville Canyon. The water gets deeper there, and the walls get really close together, so it might be tricky to take pictures. Iâm going to put away my camera for now.â He began sealing his dry bag around his camera and flash attachment.
Heading north, they trekked back into the river again.
Steven had been correctâjust as they passed Orderville Canyon, which veered off to their right, the water did get deeper, and the current pushed harder against Jackâs legs. âOw!â he
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