Sookie Stackhouse Boxed Set (Books 1-8) - Charlaine Harris [410]
I eased his situation by telling him I had to get ready. I threw the bed together, washed my face clean of tears, and yanked my hair back into a ponytail. I found a pair of ear-muffs that I used maybe once a year, and pulled on my old coat and stuck my yard work gloves in my pocket, along with a wad of Kleenex in case I got weepy again.
The search party was the popular activity for the day in Bon Temps. Not only do people like to help in our small town—but also rumors had inevitably begun circulating about the mysterious wild animal footprint. As far as I could tell, the word “panther” was not yet currency; if it had been, the crowd would have been even larger. Most of the men had come armed—well, actually, most of the men were always armed. Hunting is a way of life around here, the NRA provides most of the bumper stickers, and deer season is like a holy holiday. There are special times for hunting deer with a bow and arrow, with a muzzleloader, or with a rifle. (There may be a spear season, for all I know.) There must have been fifty people at Jason’s house, quite a party on a workday for such a small community.
Sam was there, and I was so glad to see him I almost began crying again. Sam was the best boss I’d ever had, and a friend, and he always came when I was in trouble. His red-gold hair was covered with a bright orange knit cap, and he wore bright orange gloves, too. His heavy brown jacket looked somber in contrast, and like all of the men, he was wearing work boots. You didn’t go out in the woods, even in winter, with ankles unprotected. Snakes were slow and sluggish, but they were there, and they’d retaliate if you stepped on them.
Somehow the presence of all these people made Jason’s disappearance seem that much more terrifying. If all these people believed Jason might be out in the woods, dead or badly wounded, he might be. Despite every sensible thing I could tell myself, I grew more and more afraid. I had a few minutes of blanking out on the scene entirely while I imagined all the things that could have happened to Jason, for maybe the hundredth go-round.
Sam was standing beside me, when I could hear and see again. He’d pulled off a glove, and his hand found mine and clasped it. His felt warm and hard, and I was glad to be holding on to him. Sam, though a shifter, knew how to aim his thoughts at me, though he couldn’t “hear” mine in return. Do you really believe he’s out there? he asked me.
I shook my head. Our eyes met and held.
Do you think he’s still alive?
That was a lot harder. Finally, I just shrugged. He kept hold of my hand, and I was glad of it.
Arlene and Tack scrambled out of Arlene’s car and came toward us. Arlene’s hair was as bright red as ever, but quite a bit more snarled than she usually wore it, and the short-order cook needed to shave. So he hadn’t started keeping a razor at Arlene’s yet, was the way I read it.
“Did you see Tara?” Arlene asked.
“No.”
“Look.” She pointed, as surreptitiously as you can, and I saw Tara in jeans and rubber boots that came up to her knees. She looked as unlike the meticulously groomed clothing-store proprietor as I could imagine, though she was wearing an adorable fake-fur hat of white and brown that made you want to go up and stroke her head. Her coat matched the hat. So did her gloves. But from the waist down, Tara was ready for the woods. Jason’s friend Dago was staring at Tara with the stunned look of the newly smitten. Holly and Danielle had come, too, and since Danielle’s boyfriend wasn’t around, the search party was turning out to have an unexpected social side.
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