Spencerville

image of Keith Landry.
     
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    Keith lay flat on the ground among the pine boughs, with Billy beside him. When the firing stopped, Keith whispered, “Just probing fire.”
    Billy nodded. “Yeah… but damn close.”
    “I think the dog was pointing.”
    Billy whispered, “You had a clear shot at him when he was kneelin’.”
    “I did, but I think he was wearing a vest. I’d have to go for a head shot, and that’s tough at this distance.”
    “Hey, did you see that red-eye lookin’ at us?”
    “I did.” The infrared scope’s major drawback was that you could see the red glow when it was pointing directly at you. He wasn’t surprised that Baxter had a night-vision scope, but it made things a little more difficult.
    The dog, which was about twenty yards from them, made a low, rumbling sound.
    They lay quiet and motionless for another few minutes, then the dog, responding to some other sound or impulse, turned and ran off down the length of its wire run toward the lake.
    Keith waited another minute, then slowly rose up into a kneeling position. He raised the binoculars and trained them on the house.
     
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    Baxter slipped out of his bulletproof vest but kept his pistol strapped to his side. He turned on a floor lamp that cast a soft light across the big, cathedral-ceilinged living room.
    Along the slanted walls of the A-frame room were trophy heads: elk, deer, bobcat, wild boar, two black bears facing each other on opposite walls, and above the mantel of the fireplace, a rare gray timberwolf surveyed the length of the room.
    Sitting in a rocking chair beside the fireplace was Annie, staring into the flames. She glanced at him as he came toward her.
    Baxter said, “You expectin’ company, darlin’?”
    She shook her head.
    “I think you are.” He sat in an easy chair opposite her.
    She was naked but had a blanket wrapped around her to keep away the cold. Still, her feet were cold despite the fire. On her ankles were leg manacles from the jail, connected by a twenty-four-inch chain long enough for her to walk normally but too short for her to run. The chain was padlocked to a large eyebolt screwed deep into the oak floor.
    The only telephone in the house was the wall phone in the kitchen, but Cliff had locked the handset in the kitchen closet, along with all the sharp knives. When he sent her to bed at night, he handcuffed her wrists to the iron headboard and released the leg manacles, “So you can spread your legs for me, darlin’.”
    Cliff looked at her awhile, then said, “You think he’s comin’ for you, but that phone call I got before was from Blake, and he tells me that your lover boy went and kidnapped Ward and tortured the guy. But Ward told him that we went off to Florida. So that’s where the stupid bastard is goin’, if he gets that far.” He added, “If he even gives a shit about you.”
    Annie didn’t reply.
    Baxter added, “I don’t think he cares, and even if he does, he don’t have the balls.” He laughed. “I mean, he
really
don’t have the balls. But, in a way, I hope he does show up here. You ever seen a man caught in a bear trap? It ain’t pretty, I’ll tell you. Most of the time they can’t get it open and they die of starvation and thirst. Sometimes they cut off their foot to get out. Now, if your lover boy gets himself caught in a trap around the house, we can both watch him dyin’ for a week or so. They usually yell themselves hoarse, cryin’ and beggin’, then at the end, they want you to shoot ’em.”
    Annie kept staring into the fire.
    Cliff said, “Never saw it myself, but I know someone who did. I think I’d enjoy that.” He couldn’t seem to get a reaction out of her, so he said, “Don’t know what good he can do you anyhow. Last time I saw him, his balls was sittin’ in my hand. You ever seen a man’s testicles out of their sack? Hell, I shoulda saved ’em and showed ’em to you.” He stared at her, and she glanced back at him. He could tell she wasn’t sure about this, but each time he told her this story, she seemed less believing, so he decided not to repeat it again for a few days.
    Cliff went on, “I hope, if he shows up, I don’t have to kill him outright. If he don’t get caught in one of them bear traps, then maybe the dogs’ll get on him, or maybe I can wing him. Hey, I’ll bring him inside here, and you can take care of him. Get him fixed up enough so I can skin him alive and tan his