Predator (Copper Mesa Eagles Book 1) (11 page)

The first was just a letter, and then the next and the next. Jules’s heart fell.

All that for nothing
, she thought.

Then Zach flipped through one more and stopped.

UTAH TERRITORY, the next one read across the top. Underneath was a faded seal, and then handwriting. Jules couldn’t make some of it out, because it had faded with time and was written in a flowery, old script, but she could read enough.

WHEREAS, the undersigned, HIRAM ADMAS, has fulfilled his obligations to tend the soil and establish Himself and Family, the Utah Territory recognizes his ownership of the lands under his dominion.

There was more, but she couldn’t read it.

“There needs to be a map,” she said. “Something that says what it was he owned, where the boundaries were...”

Zach flipped through another page, his hands shaking, and the next one was filled with the small, flowery, neat handwriting. It was all directions.

“This is it,” Jules said. “That’s it. That’s what he owned. ‘From the river inward, three hundred acres encompassing the Table and Lands below it’ — that’s the mesa, ‘mesa’ is just Spanish for table, it must have come into common use at some later point—”

Her hands were shaking, too, and she felt like she couldn’t stop talking.

The three of them stood, looking at each other.

“So it’s over?” Seth asked.

“We have to get the deed to the right place, I’m sure,” Jules said. “I’m sure there’s a process, we have to put in the right paperwork, all that.”

I’m saying ‘we’,
she thought.
Why am I saying ‘we’?

Zach and Seth just nodded.

“Should we talk about this bird thing?” Zach asked.

“It just happened,” Seth said. “I was falling, and then I sort of... flexed a muscle I didn’t know I had, and then I was flying.”

He swallowed and looked at his little brother.

“Do you have the dream where you’re flying?” he asked.

Zach just nodded.

“It was just like that,” Seth said.

Jules pointed again at the box with the deed in it.

“We can talk about this later,” she said. “We need to find out
now
how to file this.”

Chapter Thirteen

Seth

Seth let Jules take over. She seemed to know more about land use bureaucracy than either of them, so he followed her as she marched quickly toward the house.

Thank God she’s here
, he thought.
Not just because I really like having her around, but Zach and I might have never thought to send the deed somewhere.

After all, our family has been happy to live here for a hundred years without being certain that we own it.

“Where’s the letter from Quarcom?” Jules said the moment they were inside.

Zach grabbed it off the table and handed it to her. Jules read the whole thing over, then read the attachment.

“We have to fax this in,” she said incredulously. Then she looked up, from Seth to Zach and back. “Is there a fax machine in Obsidian?”

Neither of them had any idea. Within minutes, they had the very slim Obsidian phone book out and were calling everywhere that they thought might own a fax machine.

“It’s two thousand fifteen,” Jules muttered. “I can’t believe they need a
fax
. There’s not a copy shop, somewhere you can go to pay for copies, that sort of thing?”

The brothers looked at each other.

“That gas station outside Blanding has a copy machine,” said Zach. “It might have a fax?”

Jules was already grabbing her purse from the floor, getting out her keys, and striding purposefully toward the door.

“Let’s go,” she said.

They bickered a bit in the parking lot over who would drive, and Zach won, since his fifteen-year-old sedan at least had a real backseat. Seth gave the front seat up to Jules, and they rode in almost complete silence for an hour and a half.

“You guys really live in the middle of nowhere,” she said at last.

“We like it,” said Seth.

“It’s beautiful,” said Zach. “Kind of inconvenient, though.”

True
, thought Seth.
Right now, for example, when we’re going on an expedition to find the nearest fax machine.

A gas station came into view, and Zach slowed down. The three of them watched it anxiously, craning their necks to see the window. It looked deserted, and for a moment, Seth thought it was closed.

It’s okay,
he thought.
Blanding will have something else.

Then they pulled into the parking lot, and he could see the car parked in the back, and the signs in the window came to life. They were mostly junk food and soda advertisements, but in one corner, in LED lights, there was a small sign that said:

COPIES, 15¢

FAX

Seth whooped. Zach parked diagonally across two spots in his hurry, and the three of them got out of the car, the wind tousling their hair. Jules’s fiery curls practically exploded around her head and she made a face tugging at it. She glanced at the road and spotted a large black car slowing down.

Jules frowned, and cast Seth and Zach a look.

“Go fax that,” she said. “I’ll be right in.”

Seth and Zach just did as she said, opening the door to a faded chime. The clerk barely looked up from whatever he was doing, and Seth spied the copier in one corner, heading toward it.

“Make a copy first,” Zach said. “I think you have to feed the paper through the fax machine, and I don’t want to risk tearing it.”

The copier had to be from the 1990s, if not before, a positively ancient piece of office machinery. Seth put the deed face-down on the glass plate, then stared at the buttons. The text had worn off of them long ago, so he hit the green one.

PLEASE INSERT CHANGE, the machine flashed at him.

Seth looked around for a coin slot on the machine, feeling the edges and sides with his fingers.

“Excuse me,” Zach said behind him, to the clerk. “How do you pay for copies?”

“The coin slot,” the clerk said, sounding bored. “It’s on the left.”

Practically hidden behind the machine was the same kind of coin slot that washers and dryers in laundromats had, and Seth dug through his pockets for change.

Outside the gas station’s plate glass windows, the black car had pulled into the gas station and was idling a couple of spots away, like it was waiting. No one got out, though Jules was still watching it, one hand over her eyes. Something in the way she was standing, waiting, gave him pause.

“Here,” said Zach. “I got a quarter.” He slotted it into the machine and it fell down the metal tube. The copier sprang to life, just once, the paper sliding out of the tray.

It was so light it was unreadable. Seth rolled his eyes.

I hate these things
, he thought, and hit buttons until he had found out how to turn up the darkness.

“Oh yeah,” said the guy at the desk, who was beginning to get interested. “It probably needs toner.”

Thanks
, Seth thought sarcastically. He reached into his pocket and pulled out another quarter, slotting it into the machine.

Why does this thing only take quarters if a copy is fifteen cents?
He thought.

He hit the green button again, then raised his eyes to the parking lot.

Two men got out of the car, both looking at Jules. They walked toward her, slowly, a menace in their steps that Seth couldn’t exactly identify, but the intimidation was evident.

Before the machine had even finished scanning the deed, he was out the door again, the hot desert air in his face.

“Juliana?” one of the men asked. He wasn’t wearing a suit, but his khakis had a neat seam down the front and his polo shirt was perfectly tucked into them.

It wasn’t how people from the area dressed, not at all. Seth’s spine straightened.

“Yes?” Jules answered, her arms crossed in front of herself.

Seth moved to her side. He felt like every muscle in his body was twitching, jumping, like he was just
daring
these guys to try something on Jules.

For now, the man seemed confused.

“I thought you were on-site today,” he said. “What are you doing all the way out here?”

At his side, Seth could almost feel Jules tremble.

“The mine would have ruined peoples’ lives,” she said, not answering his question. “You were willing to wreck a whole town. A whole
river
, and who knows what else, just so you could make a little more money,” she said.

He narrowed his eyes.

“What do you mean
would have
?” he asked. “Everything’s cleared the Utah Environmental Board. It doesn’t matter who you tell about porous sandstone and toxic runoff. It’s not illegal.”

Jules didn’t say anything, and for the first time, the man seemed to notice Seth standing there.

“Who the hell are you?” he asked.

Seth shrugged, sneaking a glance back through the plate glass at Zach. His little brother was standing in front of the fax machine, looking down at it, pressing buttons.

He needs more time
, Seth realized. That’s what Jules was doing: preventing the two Quarcom men from coming inside. It was bad luck that they’d shown up more or less in the middle of nowhere, but Seth was glad that she’d noticed.

“I’m just some guy,” he said, shrugging.

In the store, Zach hit the buttons, balanced the copies in the feed, and waited.

“No,” said the man in the polo shirt. The second man still hadn’t moved. “No, I’ve seen your face before.”

“I don’t think so,” said Seth.

Just try something
, he thought. His hands itched to punch the guy who’d tried to take away his home, his town, his entire
life
, and he could feel the rage surging through him. Underneath his skin he could nearly feel the ripple of feathers, the urge to shift and tear the guy’s arms off or rip his throat out.

It would feel so, so good to clock you
, he thought.

Then he felt Jules’s hand on his arm, like she’d read his thoughts, and he calmed down.

“Don’t worry about it, Gilbert,” Jules said. “You’re barking up the wrong tree. This mine isn’t happening, and given what I found, I don’t think there are going to be more.”

Inside the gas station, the paper started moving through the feed at an agonizing pace.

God, I hope that thing works
, thought Seth.
 

“I know who you are,” Gilbert said, suddenly. “You’re one of those hillbillies who thinks he owns that goddamn mesa.”

“Nope,” said Seth. “I’m one of those hillbillies who
does
own that goddamn mesa, and who has documentation to back it up.”

Gilbert hissed through his teeth, and tried to move around Seth, but Seth was too quick, blocking his way with his big, muscled frame.

Inside the gas station, he could see the gawking face of the clerk. It was probably the most interesting thing he’d seen all day.

Gilbert tried again, and Seth moved with him, looking down at the shorter man.

“Let me through,” Gilbert hissed, but Seth stood there, arms in front of his chest. Off to the side, he could see Jules looking worried, her hair still framing her face like an alarmed orange halo.

Gilbert got a smug look on his face, then reached in his pocket, pulled out his phone, and hit a button, holding it up to Seth’s face.

“This man is publicly harassing me,” he began. “When I tried to enter this gas station, he grabbed me and—”

From the side, Jules stepped up quietly.

Then she snatched the phone from Gilbert’s grasp, stepped back, and threw it as hard as she could onto the asphalt. Seth heard a metallic
crunch
as it skittered across the pavement back toward the highway.

“Hey!” shouted Gilbert. He tried to go after the phone, but Seth grabbed him by the upper arm. Gilbert winced in pain and tried to jerk free, but Seth didn’t let him go.

“Be glad it was just your phone,” Seth whispered.

Inside the gas station, he saw Zach grin and give him a thumbs up, waving a piece of paper.

Seth let go, and Gilbert made for the door, only to see Zach standing against the window, holding up the copy of the deed so that Gilbert could read it. He did, his lips moving slightly, then looked from Seth, to Zach, to Jules.

The other man hadn’t moved at all from where he stood by the car, looking nervous about the situation, and now he got back in quickly.

“This isn’t over,” Gilbert said, stalking back toward the car.

Then he stopped and pointed one finger at Jules.

“You’re—”

“I quit,” she interrupted him. “Also, go fuck yourself.”

Gilbert looked like he wanted to call her a name, but then he took a look at Seth and decided against it.

The black car squealed out of the parking lot, not even stopping to retrieve the broken phone.

As he watched it go, Seth couldn’t help but grin.

Then Jules leaped onto him, laughing, and Zach shoved the door open.

“It sent!” he shouted to Seth.

Even the gas station clerk was cheering and clapping.

Chapter Fourteen

Jules

Nearly a month later, Jules hadn’t gotten around to leaving Obsidian. About two weeks after she’d quit her job, the cable internet had finally come through, and now that she was unemployed, why not job hunt from a dining room with a gorgeous view of a mesa?

The job hunt was kind of a problem, though. As much as she was discovering that she liked
being
in Obsidian — beautiful landscapes, starry nights, oh, and Seth in her bed — there weren’t any geology jobs there. In fact, Obsidian had almost no jobs, period, so she was having to look further afield for work.

Much
further afield. The closest cities of any size were St. George, Utah, and Grand Junction, Colorado, each about four hours away. Neither had a lot of science jobs. For what she wanted to do, she’d probably need to go to Salt Lake, Denver, or maybe Flagstaff.

The thing was, how did she bring that up to Seth? The two of them, along with Zach, had fallen into their lives together almost instantly, in a way that felt so perfect and
right
that Jules knew she could never bring herself to leave.