Acknowledgments
A novels worth of words cannot sufficiently express my gratitude to my editor and hero, Linda Marrow. Heartfelt thanks to four people who inspired important epiphanies about this novel: Dana Isaacson, Sally Goldenbaum, Donald Maass, and Randy Russell. Love and thanks to my son, Nick Pickard, who knows about barbed wire and writer moms, and to my mother, Mary Wolfe, who knows when to offer a writer a cup of hot soup without asking how the book is going. Soup makes books go better. Thanks to my patient and supportive agent, Meredith Bernstein, and to my friends online and in the real world. Special thanks to the wonderful librarians at my library, the Central Resource Library of Johnson County, Kansas. Thanks to the residents of Gove County, who let me steal their famous Monument Rocks, reconfigure and rename them, and then plunk them down in a fictional county in the very real state of Kansas.
June 9, 2009 U NTIL SHE WAS twenty-six, Jody Linder felt suspicious of happiness.
She hated that about herself, because it tended to sour some otherwise pretty damn fine moments, but this was Rose, Kansas, after all. Only the year before, a pencil tornado had dropped down and killed three people only a few miles from her hometown. A tornado, when the sun was shining! In the winter, there were ice storms. In the summer, there were grass fires. At all times, people she knew went bankrupt, lost their homes, their ranches, their jobs. Or, they died just when you least expected them to. A person could, for instance, belong to a nice family living an ordinary life in a small town in the middle of nowhere, and on some innocent Saturday night, violent men could drop in like those tornadoes and turn those nice people into the dead stars of a Truman Capote book. Such things happened. That wasnt paranoia. It was a terrible fact that Jody knew better than anybodyor at least better than anybody whose father had not been murdered when she was three years old and whose mother had not disappeared the same night.
Such things happened, and she was proof of it.
Thereforethe past having proved to her the unreliability of the presenthappiness made Jody Linder anxious. Feelings of safety and security got her checking around corners, lifting lids off bins, and parting shower curtains for fear of what might be hiding there, because you just never knew. A killer could hide in the corner, bugs lurked in bins, spiders jumped out of bathtubs.
Happiness was fragile, precious, and suspect.
No peak not followed by a fall, she believed, which explained her flutter of worry as she lay naked on top of her bed with Red Bosch in the middle of a suspiciously beautiful Kansas afternoon. The air smelled too good for such a hot day, the light penetrating her eyelet curtains looked too delicate for noon. Most foreboding of all, the sex with this man she didnt love had been too damned good to be trusted beyond the (admittedly fine) moments of her satisfaction and his. Shed kept her eyes open during the finale, which meant shed caught Red smirking down at her, looking pleased with himself.
Dont flatter yourself, shed nearly blurted, but then she thought, first of all, that wasnt kind and he didnt deserve it, and second of all, why shouldnt he flatter himself? Red was good at riding horses, rounding up cattle, baling hay, and this. She could hardly think of better talents in a man.
Pretty girl, Red murmured, tracing a lazy finger down her sternum.
Sweaty girl, Jody said, lifting his hand off and laying it back on his own damp belly.
He laughed, a self-satisfied growl, deep in his chest.
A hot, pollen-scented breeze blew through the open windows.
She smelled honeysuckle, which wasnt blooming yet, and lilac, which had already bloomed and gone. These things were impossible, they were all in her imagination, she knew, and they were just the sort of deceptions that the smallest feeling of contentment might spring on her.
She and Red lay sprawled on their backs like sated puppies whod just had their bellies scratched for half an hour. Lying a few inches away from him, so their limbs couldnt touch and stick, Jody let out an irrepressible sigh of pleasure. Immediately, she wanted to take it back, suck the breath right back into her lungs, because God knew she couldnt let the universe be hearing any of that.
No peak not followed by a fall
The sound of a vehicle turning onto her street made her turn her face toward the windows, alert to the possibility of unpleasant surprise.
Did you hear that, Red?
What?
Shh!
The sound of the single vehicle turned into the sound of a second truck and then another, which multiplied her alertness exponentially. Jody pressed her elbows into the bottom sheet and raised her head and shoulders to get a better listen. Traffic might not have been worth noticing in a place like Kansas City, 350 miles to the east, or in Denver, 250 miles to the west. But this was one of the quietest streets in a town so small she could hear people she knew start their cars in their garages on the other side of Main Street and know if they were late to work.
Somebody just pulled up outside.
Who?
She threw him a look.
Sometimes she wondered if Red was one post short of a fence.
What? he repeated, half laughing.
He was thirteen years older than she, but sometimes Jody felt as if she were the more mature one. Abandoning him as he lay naked and limp on her bed, she peeled herself off her new white sheets. She slid down off the high old walnut bed with its new pillows and mattress cover and its new mattress and box springs. Once her bare feet landed on the equally bare walnut floorboards that she had polished and buffed until they glowed in the sunshine, she bounded to the windowsmuch taller than her own five feet four inches, their panes shining and cleaned, their borders rimmed in polished walnutto check what was up. A road crew? Unlikely, given that Rose barely had the budget to keep its half-dozen traffic lights changing colors.
Jody peeked outside and got a shock that panicked her.
Ohmygod. Red! Get up! Get dressed! Youve got to leave now!
What she saw from two stories up was the unnerving sight of her three uncles parking their pickup trucks in front of her parents house, when she hadnt even known that two of the uncles were in town. She still called it her parents house even though Hugh-Jay and Laurie Jo Linder had been gone almost all of her life. It was still their home to their only childthe descendant of a famous, violent night twenty-three years earlierand it was still their home to everybody else in Henderson County, which was named for Jodys great-great-grandfather on her fathers mothers side of the family.