Yellowstone Standoff Page 7

  “What do you mean, ‘We’ll see’?” Chuck asked as he and Lex watched the activity.

  “How many contracts did you win at the Grand Canyon during the years I was there?” Lex asked. “Six? Eight?”

  “Plenty.”

  “So you know what it takes to score a research position in any national park, much less Yellowstone.” The ranger eyed the scientists as they assembled tent poles and unfolded camp tables. “I already told you what a bunch of Type A personalities these kids are. They’re good people, no question. Talented. Whip-smart. Capable. But they’re high strung, too.”

  “Meaning...?”

  “Meaning accidents are going to happen this summer; there’ll be too many people here together for them not to—along with the sort of thing Sarah pulled last night, going for Toby’s throat.” Lex lowered his voice. “Speak of the devil.”

  Sarah approached with a large duffle over her shoulder, angling past the cabin from the trampled area where the wranglers unstrapped the last of the gear from the pack horses. She stopped before Lex and Chuck.

  “Toby’s making threats,” she announced. She flopped the duffle to the ground at her feet.

  Lex closed his eyes, then slowly opened them. “You tried to strangle him, Sarah.”

  “Do I look like the kind of person who goes around trying to choke people to death just for the fun of it?”

  “Well…”

  Sarah had traded her pink vest for a brown, camouflage-patterned jacket. A ball cap bearing the Grizzly Initiative logo of a bear’s hulking outline hid her mohawk, and she’d removed all but the least showy of her earrings. She still sported plenty of attitude, however, with her hooped, gold nose ring; the rakish angle of her cap, its flat trucker bill set high and to one side so that it covered the top of one ear; the chipped black polish on her fingernails, banded with thin, orange stripes; and the multi-hued tattoo of a snake that wrapped around her wrist and across the back of her hand, the serpent’s tongue extending past pointed fangs to flick between two knuckles.

  “Well, I’m not that kind of person,” Sarah declared. “What you saw last night was the finish. Toby started it before the meeting. I was just standing there, enjoying my punch and cookies, and he comes up to me and says, ‘We’ll see about that.’ And I’m like, ‘We’ll see about what?’ And he’s like, ‘If you can’t take it, you shouldn’t even be here this summer.’ I’m like, ‘Can’t take what?’ And he’s all, ‘Being second fiddle.’ Which is the last thing I am. We are.”

  “Wait, wait, wait,” Lex said, waving his hands. “What in the world are you talking about?”

  “Our studies. Our funding. You. Martha.” Sarah raised her eyebrows. “It’s been the same thing every year for the last three years. Every summer, a little more for the wolfies, a little less for the Grizzly Initiative. It’s like the National Science Institute can’t get enough of the poor, wittle endangered gray wolf. Year after year, a bigger percentage for them, a smaller one for us. And then, this year, the Center for Predator Studies shifted all their funding, every last dime, to the Wolf Initiative.” She pointed up the slope at the row of tent platforms. “Look up there,” she demanded, spittle flying from her lips. “There were tags with the platform assignments. The Wolf Initiative has four platforms. Four. We only have three. And Martha gave them the first boat over this morning. We had to sit around and wait.”

  Chuck looked from Sarah to Lex. It appeared the ranger was counting silently, working to control himself. “You said something about being threatened,” he said finally.

  She nodded vigorously, her remaining earrings bouncing. “By Toby. Yeah. He said if I complained about funding levels, he’d make sure the Grizzly Initiative got even less next year. He said he knew enough people to make it happen.”

  “That’s it? That’s the threat you’re talking about?”

  “It’s pretty legit, I’d say.”

  Lex shot a glance at Chuck, then looked Sarah over. “I’m going to tell you this one time, Sarah, and one time only: your emails last summer, with your concerns about not getting to go out into the field, got old real fast. Martha didn’t want you invited back this year, but I stood up for you. I know you were solid in the field two years ago, and I understand how frustrating last year was for you. I told her you deserved another season in the backcountry, that your thesis was riding on it.” Lex lifted a finger. “But I’m telling you right now, I expect you to get along with everyone this summer, just as you’ve always done—Toby included. No more childishness like you pulled last night. One of the reasons I’m out here these first few days is to make sure everyone is going to play nice for the next ten weeks. If you can’t manage that, then you can leave when I do.”

  “Sure, but—” Sarah began, but Lex interrupted her.

  “This is a new situation, this group camp,” he said. “It’s something we’ve never tried. Everyone will be working together here, in close quarters. Sharing will be the name of the game, not worrying about who’s getting more money than who.” Lex’s voice grew brittle. “I’ve looked at the list of your team members. You’ve only got one rookie, the kid from Princeton, which means there are plenty of experienced people on your team. I’ll put one of them in charge out here for the summer if I have to.”

  Sarah started to speak, then snapped her mouth shut. The muscles at the sides of her face worked beneath her skin. “Okay,” she said. “All right. Message received. And just wait till you see the body of data we’re going to come out of here with by the end of the summer—” she flicked her fingers at the long row of tent platforms, swarmed by researchers “—frickin’ Boy Scout camp and all.”

  She lifted the duffle with her sinewy arms, threw it back over her shoulder, and trudged off.

  “Whew,” Lex said, sagging.

  “You’re way more patient with her than I ever would be,” Chuck said.

  “You’re probably right.” His eyes followed Sarah as she cut behind the cabin and climbed toward the platforms. “She reminds me of Lucy. And Jessie.”

  “Your daughter and your wife?”

  “You know full well how Jessie could be.”

  Chuck nodded. He remembered many evenings at the Grand Canyon, after dinner and plenty of red wine, when Jessie had stood up for herself in heated conversations with the ever-changing cast of park workers, many of them know-it-all males, who gathered around the Hancock table night after night.

  “You never really knew Lucy,” Lex went on. “She was in college by the time you and I met at the canyon. She got every bit of her mother’s feistiness. She’s a good bit older than Sarah, but she looks a lot like her—minus the mohawk and tattoos, that is. She’s been a big help to me, since Jessie…since the cancer…” He choked up.

  “How has she helped?” Chuck asked softly.

  “Oh, you know, just being there. Calling. Letting me know she cares.” He sniffled and waved a hand, taking in the camp and the valley around it. “But this is what really helps. God, it feels good to be out here.”

  “Even if you have to deal with the likes of Sarah.”

  “She’s no problem. Not when you realize that what’s going on with her has nothing to do with what she’s talking about.”

  “Oh, yeah. You said something at breakfast about extenuating circumstances, didn’t you?”

  Lex raised an eyebrow and tightened the corner of his mouth, pulling his mustache down on one side. “Toby,” he said.

  Chuck recalled the look Sarah had directed at the lead wolf researcher as she’d left the meeting room with Clarence the night before. “Ahh,” he said. “Sarah and Toby. They were an item at one point, is that it?”

  “The last two summers,” Lex confirmed. “Hot and torrid, from what I heard. And it’s not like I was trying to hear anything.”

  “That explains a lot.”

  “Sarah is dedicated to her team, tireless, smart. A lot of people have a hard time getting past her earrings and tattoos. But you should’ve seen her two summers ag
o. Last year, too. No one works harder than she does. She’s a natural-born leader, too. And she leads by example. Nobody’s more willing to pitch in and help out, anywhere, anytime, than she is.”

  “What about her complaining that the wolfies are getting more money than the Grizzly Initiative?”

  Lex flapped a hand dismissively. “That was all about Toby. Clearly, she’s still in the process of getting over him. And just as clearly, she’s not doing a very good job of it. That said, it’s true that the research teams are pretty aware of who’s getting what when it comes to grant money. But they tend to be very positive about it. They share information, give each other hints about what funding sources might be available, write letters of recommendation for one another.”

  “So her concerns aren’t…?”

  “There’s some truth to what she’s saying. But it’s just the pendulum swinging—funding amounts going up and down a little bit. And I won’t kid you. As supportive as the teams are of each other, there’s competition between them as well, most of all between the wolf and grizzly teams. That’s what made the relationship between Sarah and Toby, as team leads for the two programs, a bit dicey the last couple of years. And that’s why the aftermath has the potential to be a bit more problematic than the breakup of normal inter-team relationships. The things Sarah has been carping about—all that’s factual enough. But the way she’s been carping is what’s out of character for her.”

  “On account of her breakup with Toby.”

  “Yep. But she’ll calm down. It’ll sort itself out.”

  “Except that my assistant, Clarence, has just stepped right into the middle of it.”

  Lex nodded. “I saw him leave with Sarah last night. The truth is, he may be exactly what she needs to move on. Toby, too, for that matter. I wasn’t kidding when I told Sarah how important it is for everyone to get along here in camp this summer. And I wasn’t kidding, either, when I said she’ll be out of here if she doesn’t settle down and play nice.”

  “She clammed up pretty quick when you told her that.”

  “She did, didn’t she? That’s because she really is a good person. The best we’ve got. You’ll see.”

  “I hope so.” Chuck chuckled. “Silly me. I thought it was just the bears I had to be worried about out here.”

  13

  Chuck caught up with Janelle and the girls on their assigned tent platform, fourth from the east end in the line of pine-plank decks bolted to wooden posts dug into the slope above the cabin. Janelle already had his wet clothes laid out on the grass behind their platform, drying in the last of the afternoon sun.

  “We’ve got six days here,” he told her as he climbed onto the deck. “Five nights. We’ll spend our days going straight to and from the contract site or staying right here, in and around camp, and we’ll stay close together the whole time, all of us, especially the girls.”

  Janelle looked down the hill at Lex. “What’d he say to you?”

  “He reminded me again how many bears there are out here.”

  “We’ve known that all along, Chuck.”

  “It’s more real now that we’re here. A lot more real.” He ran the tip of his tongue along his teeth. “Remember how I told you his wife, Jessie, died of cancer earlier this year? He’s still at sea over it.”

  “That’s to be expected.”

  “I know. But I’m getting the sense his okay for you and the girls to come out here is all wrapped up in her death, and how much he misses the time he spent outdoors with her and their kids in places like this.”

  “You’re the one who asked if we could come. You have to remember that. You wanted us to see the site with you, to be a part of it all.”

  “I did, didn’t I?”

  Janelle patted Chuck’s chest. “You’re turning into a dad right in front of me. You’re worrying about your kids, your family—which I like. The more worried you are, the safer we’ll be.” She rubbed his shoulder. “As for me, just so you know, I’m not worried, not one bit. We’re going to have the time of our lives out here together, just like we’ve planned all along, all thanks to Lex—no matter why he decided to let us come.”

  On the far side of the platform, the girls squatted beside their unzipped duffles, giggling as they pawed through their clothes.

  “Carm, Rosie,” Janelle called to them. “Ven aqui, por favor. Time to help set up our tent.”

  Clarence arrived with the last of their duffles and the five of them set to work as the sun fell toward Two Ocean Plateau, a snow-covered promontory rising above the valley’s forested west ridge. The girls helped Chuck and Janelle erect their family tent in one corner of the deck while Clarence put up his smaller tent in the opposite corner. They positioned a camp table and five fold-out chairs near the front of the platform between the tents, and arranged portable solar panels on the slope beside Chuck’s drying clothes.

  As he worked, Chuck kept an eye on the research teams setting up their tents and organizing their gear on the other platforms. The Grizzly Initiative team occupied the easternmost end of the row of platforms, while Martha had assigned the Wolf Initiative team to the far west end of the row. The smaller teams—meteorological, geological, drone, canine, and Chuck’s archaeological crew—occupied the platforms in between. Chuck caught Clarence exchanging glances with Sarah as she set up her small tent in the corner of the nearest Grizzly Initiative platform, a few feet from Clarence’s tent on the neighboring Archaeological Team deck.

  As the evening shadows lengthened, the smell of broiling meat floated up the hill from the mess tent, mixing with the lumber-yard scent of the newly constructed platforms. At six, a cowbell rang. Up and down the row of platforms, team members abandoned their work and tramped down the hill, disappearing through the front flap into the steepled tent. The scientists emerged minutes later in ones and twos and headed back up the slope carrying plastic trays topped with lidded mugs and plates loaded with slabs of steak, fresh salad, slices of bread, and chocolate brownies.

  Clarence and Sarah finished setting up their tents and walked down the slope to the mess tent together.

  “When will it be our turn?” Rosie asked from where she sat with Carmelita at the front of the platform, her feet swinging.

  Chuck tied a guy line from their tall family tent to the nearest of the deck’s four corner posts. “Right now, if you’re ready.”

  “I’m ready, ready, ready,” Rosie said. She made chomping noises with her mouth and smacked her lips.

  Chuck poked his head inside the tent, where Janelle tugged a sleeping bag from its stuff sack. “How about you?” he asked her.

  Haloed by the yellow glow of the tent’s interior, Janelle arranged the puffy red bag on one of the four pads she’d unrolled inside. “Just finished.” She patted the bag into place and slipped past him. Chuck zipped the tent closed behind her as she climbed off the platform, helped the girls to the ground, and walked with them down the slope. Chuck paused at the edge of the deck above them to take in the view.

  From where he stood, the meadows and forests of the upper Yellowstone River valley stretched north to the lake’s southeast arm. Two ridge-walled miles farther on, the arm opened to the expanse of the lake itself. The rays of the descending sun shimmered on the lake’s whitecaps, bright eyelashes sweeping across the distant body of water. On the far horizon, a low spot between dark ridges marked the place where the Yellowstone River left the lake and made its languid way north across the plateau. Between the cabin and lake, dozens of meadows, some large, some small, tear-dropped the valley floor. New grass in the clearings glowed vibrant green in the last of the sunlight. The trail up the valley from the boat landing wound in a thin, brown line across several of the clearings on its way to the cabin.

  Chuck swept the valley floor with his gaze, moving from one meadow to the next in methodical, hunter fashion. Now was the time, as afternoon gave way to evening, that the earliest arrivals of the Thorofare region’s famous summer elk herds would filter from the
trees into the open to graze on the fresh summer grasses.

  As if on cue, a single cow elk, little more than a smudge of light brown topped by a darker brown neck and head, stepped from the forest into the open at the edge of the meadow nearest camp, just over half a mile to the north. More cows and smaller brown smudges denoting calves followed the lead cow into the open. The herd’s huge bulls stepped from the trees last. The bulls appeared as large brown rectangles in the evening light, topped by forked sticks—their heavy, back-swept antlers.

  More elk came into the open, cows as well as bulls. The herd moved away from the cover of the trees, several dozen animals in all, grazing toward the middle of the meadow, their heads to the ground. Suddenly, the animals stopped moving. The angled sun lit their still forms. Then, the elk turned and sprinted back the way they’d come, disappearing into the trees.

  Chuck kept his eyes on the clearing. A rectangular shape the same tawny brown color as the elk emerged into the open on the opposite side of the meadow. The figure moved across the grass low to the ground, like a steamroller.

  A stiff breeze cut across the platform and sliced through Chuck’s fleece jacket, causing him to shiver. He squinted, convincing himself he saw a pale hump atop the brown profile in the clearing. Before he could retrieve his binoculars from his duffle bag for a good look, the figure crossed the opening and melted into the trees behind the elk.

  14

  Chuck woke early the next morning fired up for the day ahead. This was what he’d waited for all these months, what he’d built up in the girls’ minds as, perhaps, the best archaeological discovery they might ever see. Today, finally, they would all find out.