Cat on the Scent

            “Before people start crawling over it. The ghouls will show up whether Tally wants them or not.”

            “Weird. Humans fear death but they can’t stay away from it,” Pewter remarked.

            59

            A line of gray illuminated the eastern horizon. Mrs. Murphy, Pewter, and Tucker were already on the ridge above Rose Hill.

            As they dropped down into the fertile plain the golden rim of the sun pushed over the horizon and shafts of gold, like spokes on a wheel, radiated into the lightened sky.

            By the time they reached the barn and stone buildings they were surprised to find Big Mim and Tally already there.

            A pool of blood, dark brown, stained the dirt road where Archie had fallen. Big Mim and Tally stood in silence in the circle of buildings. When Mim finally spoke, she said nothing of the evidence of murder. The women knew each other too well for Tally to be surprised.

            “Why don’t you let me restore these?”

            “I’ve got no use for them,” Tally replied.

            “You could rent them out. Make a little money. After all, you were going to rent one to Archie.” Mim smiled suddenly as Mrs. Murphy and Pewter came up to her. “Why, look who’s here.” Tucker lingered at the blood until Murphy sharply reprimanded her.

            “You characters certainly cover the miles.” Mim petted the cats’ heads.

            “I say let the whole damn place fall down.” Tally thumped the ground with her cane.

            “That’s foolish.”

            “Who are you to tell me what’s foolish? I knew you in diapers.”

            “The day may come when you want to sell Rose Hill. You need to keep up the place. I can repair all this. I have a good crew.”

            “I don’t know.” She paused, looking skyward as the colors changed from gold to pink to red to gold again and the sun flooded the world with light. “Crazy.”

            “Hmm?”

            She pointed with her cane to the pool of blood.

            “Yes. It’s all over now.”

            “It certainly is for Archie. Damn fool. This is the South. You don’t steal another man’s wife without expecting retribution.”

            “That’s why the rest of the country thinks we’re uncivilized. We erupt. Underneath the veneer of manners we’re animals.”

            “Are you an animal, my dear?” Tally raised a silver eyebrow.

            “Yes. If pushed hard enough I am. Why kid myself?”

            “The question is, what pushes people? Love? Money? Prestige? Property? I don’t know. What people kill and die for seems thin gruel to me.”

            “You’re old. You forget.”

            Tally whirled on Mim, her cane over her head. “Damn you.”

            “Passion, Aunt Tally. You see, you still have it.”

            Tally brought her cane down, then laughed. “You are clever. Sometimes I forget how clever you are.”

            “Back to business.” Mim deflected the compliment.

            “Oh, what!” came the irritated response.

            “First order of business, let me get my men in here and clean this barn. I’ll bring this place back to the way it was when I was a child. How I loved to play back here. And the barn dances! Mother would wear gingham dresses and Daddy would laugh and laugh. What days those were before—well, before everything changed so.”

            “Change is part of life. Sometimes it’s good and sometimes it’s not. Most times it’s both. A change can be bad for me but good for the man down the road.”

            “Maybe I can get them to look at the suitcase.” Tucker wagged her tailless bottom as Mim winked at her.

            “You can try.” Pewter shrugged.

            Tucker bounded into the thicket, barking like a maniac.

            “What’s she got in there?” Mim wondered.

            “Tractor graveyard. Rats or mice.”

            The two women returned to arguing about the stone houses but Tucker continued to bark.

            “I’ll go see. Maybe she’s hurt.” Mim pushed through the budding bushes, which included nasty thorns. She heard the little dog under the Chevy.

            Raised in the country, Mim was hesitant to squat down and find herself face-to-face with a snarling fox or other burrowing creature. But Tucker’s entreaties overcame her natural caution. She knelt down, noticing dirt fly up as Tucker dug furiously in the loam.

            “Look!” Tucker tugged at a corner of the suitcase.

            Mim reached in and grabbed the corner sticking out. She edged it toward her, grasping the handle. As soon as Mim had the suitcase Tucker shut up.

            “This is what you want?” Mim stared into the beautiful round eyes.

            “Open it.”

            Mim clicked open the top. “Oh, God,” she gasped, stepping back.

            “What are you doing in there?!”

            “Tucker dug out an old suitcase with a tiny skeleton in it and what’s left of a lace headcap and dress.” She closed the suitcase, fighting her way back through the foliage, Tucker at her heels.

            “I don’t want to see it.” A ghastly pallor covered Tally’s face. “Put it back, Marilyn.”

            “I can’t do that. I have to turn this skeleton over to Rick Shaw. The child was murdered. Why else would she or he be stuffed in a suitcase?” Mim noticed Tally clutch at her chest and falter. “Aunt Tally.” She dropped the suitcase, the skeleton tumbling out, and grabbed her aunt.