Minutes to Burn

Diego held the pen against his full lips, leaning back on the couch. Accustomed to his moods, Ramoncito watched him, waiting for him to return from his thoughts.

Before the Initial Event, Floreana, like most of the other islands in the archipelago, had a few inhabitants. As it became clear that the after-shocks would be intense and unremitting, more and more settlers had elected to move to the mainland rather than try their lot on volcanic islands caught over a hot spot near the intersection of three tectonic plates. For the most part, the exoduses had been panicked, ill-advised ventures. A few spots would open up on a fishing boat, or an oil tanker would pass nearby, and families would pack the belongings of a lifetime in a frenzied twenty minutes and crowd expectantly onto docks and into pangas. Parents kissing children goodbye, husbands embracing wives. And when families were fortunate enough to find space together, their houses and farms were left as they were-kettles on stoves, doors banging in the breeze, goats and pigs nosing their way out of pens.

If the Menendez family had left a herd of pigs behind on Floreana, given the absence of indigenous predators, the population growth would be astounding. A dozen or so feral animals could quickly grow to hundreds. The island of Santiago was already a lost cause-over 100,000 feral goats had turned it into a virtual wasteland; having exhausted the native vegetation, the goats had outlived their food sources and were dropping of starvation in tremendous numbers. Diego had sailed past the island en route to a survey on Pinta last month, and the stench from the goat carcasses reached him almost a kilometer offshore. He was determined not to let Floreana meet a similar fate.

Since arriving in Galapagos to conduct research for his masterado, Diego had developed an intense, almost obsessive commitment to the islands. They embodied the very essence of life, of selection and design. Each island to Diego was a wonder of ecological balance, a monument to the ability of species to persist, endure, adapt, and even thrive. The fragility of the islands was so extreme as to be frightening; an island's entire ecology could be irreversibly altered by the arrival of a single ant, or one wasp hitchhiking in a bait bucket on the deck of a boat. The examples were endless: six wild dogs had attacked a colony of Isabela land iguanas in June, leaving over four hundred bodies to rot; black rats that had stolen rides to the islands in the bellies of ships had quickly out-competed endemic rice rats, causing their extinction on four islands; qui-nine trees cut reddish swathes into Scalesia forests on the Santa Cruz highlands; lantana camara shrubs metastasized through the nesting areas of the dark-rumpled petrel on Floreana, choking the birds there out of existence. Changes borne of carelessness, of expediency, of shortsight-edness. To oppose them, Diego had his scientific training, an extensive background in ecology, herpetology, and the eradication of introduced species. He had the rapidly diminishing staff and resources of the Dar-win Station. He had determination, stubbornness, an uncompromising commitment to the life of the islands. And he had one carton of. 22s.

Diego flicked the joint on the floor and rose, grabbing the ammo.

Ramoncito regarded Diego suspiciously. "What are you doing?"

Diego unearthed a rifle from beneath a pane of crumbled Sheetrock and rested it against his shoulder. "Looks like I just added animal control officer to my list of jobs." He wedged the carton of bullets into his pocket and headed out. When he slammed the door behind him, it left the hinges and continued right into his office.

Chapter 11

The creature drew herself to her full nine feet, rearing up on her hind legs. Pigmented a leafy green and dappled with dusty brown high-lights, she picked up the hues of the Scalesia forest, blending with the crisscross shadows of the branches.

She was segmented into three major parts: a head with antennae, a thorax, and a long, full abdomen heavy with eggs. Her brown forewings, the tegmina, were leathery, covering and protecting her delicate under-wings.

The creature was for the most part slender. Her abdomen and wings, which made up most of the length of her body, ran parallel to the ground. When she raised her head, her thorax swooped upward from her abdomen like the torso of a centaur, giving her a remarkably human erectness and orientation. Her abdomen, normally the breadth of two oil drums, was swollen even wider with her eggs, striking a con-trast with her lean muscular thorax and four spindly rear limbs. A series of holes ran along her abdomen on each side, spiracles through which she drew air.