Finley looked at her. The usual mischief was missing from her eyes. 'Am I a real jerk?' she asked.

'Most of the time.'

'You know what I mean.'

'Yeah.'

'I just couldn't help it. You know? The minute I saw Rick, all I could think about was getting him to fuck me. Nothing else mattered. Just something about the guy. Now everybody's pissed at me.'

'I think we're pissed at ourselves, too. Especially Helen.'

'Shit, she wanted him as bad as I did.'

'I have a feeling we all wanted him.'

'Well, it's not gonna happen again. No more guys for me. Not on this trip anyway.'

'Not worth the guilt?'

The old, normal gleam appeared in Finley's eyes. 'You've gotta be kidding me. It was worth the guilt and then some. It was tremendous. But if I tried something like that again, you guys would probably trounce me.'

Abilene smiled. 'Probably.'

'I just don't wanta get myself trounced. Especially not by my best friends.'

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX.

Finley, shoulder deep in the small pool, glanced from Jim to Cora. 'If we get enough booze into our friend here, we won't have to worry about him running off. We might even be able to untie him for a while.'

'Get him stumble-down drunk, you mean?' Cora asked. 'Exactly. Anaesthetize him.'

'Forget it,' Cora said. 'I know what you're thinking. It isn't gonna happen.'

Finley's face darkened. 'What isn't gonna happen?'

'You know damn well.'

'Oh, real nice. Real nice. Helen's fuckin' dead and you think I've got the hots for our friendly local hillbilly? For all we know, he's the bastard that did it.'

'It weren't me,' Jim muttered.

'Sure, sure.'

'I just wanta help ya.'

'And he won't be much help to us if we get him bombed,' Vivian pointed out.

'Why not? We're just gonna use him for bait. He doesn't have to be sober for that. Doesn't even have to be alive.'

Jim raised his head slightly. He looked at Finley as if she'd just told him there wouldn't be a Christmas this year.

'That kind of talk isn't necessary,' Abilene said. 'Jeez, Fin.'

'We're not going to do anything to you,' Vivian assured Jim.

He tried to smile, but it was a miserable attempt. 'She might,' he said.

'Dum tootin',' Finley said. 'You just never know about the crazy Fin-man. Loses her head, she does. Maybe she'll try to fuck you. Maybe she'll kill you for kicks. You just never know.' She bared her teeth like a lunatic grinning or ready to bite. 'Neither do they. They all know I'm mad. No tellin' what I might do.'

'Cut it out,' Abilene told her. 'It's not funny.'

'Of course not,' Finley said. 'Madness is serious business. Deadly serious,' she blurted. And bolted from her seat and charged through the water and reached up for Jim, yelling, ignoring the shouts of her friends.

Jim's mouth fell open. His eyes bulged. He tried to drop away from her, but she sprang up in front of him and grabbed the rope at his chest and tugged. With a gasp, he jerked forward and plunged off the ledge. Finley disappeared beneath him as water exploded.

Abilene flung herself into the pool. Currents from the thrashing bodies buffeted her legs. Ducking below the surface, she saw Finley and Jim tumbling in a froth of bubbles. Finley, on top, shoved the kid toward the bottom by his rope suspender and the waistband of his cut-offs. He could do nothing but kick and squirm and shake his head. There was terror in his eyes.

Abilene grabbed Finley by the hair and pulled, dragging her head up.

Finley blew a spray of water from her lips. She blinked at Abilene. Her shirt had lost buttons in the struggle with Batty, and now it hung off her left shoulder, exposing her breast.

'Let him up!' Abilene snapped.

'Join the fun, Hickok.'

Abilene slapped her hard across the face.

An arm darted up, flinging water, and Finley's fist hammered Abilene's cheek. The blow snapped her head sideways. She staggered backward a step and started to fall. Finley lunged at her. She cringed, expecting another punch, but Finley grabbed the front of her blouse with both hands and a rough yank stopped her fall.

'You okay?' Finley gasped.

Behind her, Vivian jumped into the pool.

'You hit me,' Abilene said.

'You hit me.'

'Knock it off,' Cora snapped. 'For Godsake. Give Vivian a hand.'

They both looked at Vivian. Who'd refused to let the pool water touch her since hearing Helen's story about the headless body. But who'd jumped in to help Jim and was now completely submerged.

As they waded toward her, she broke the surface. She pulled Jim up by the same rope Finley had used to haul him off his perch. His emerged face first. Water spewed from his mouth.

Vivian scowled at Finley. 'Just stay there. Haven't you done enough?'

Finley didn't come back with a crack. All she did was lift her shirt back onto her shoulder.

Vivian helped Jim to his feet. He stood in front of her, gasping and coughing. She put her arms around him. She drew him against her and patted his back. 'It's all right,' she soothed him. 'You'll be all right.' Still embracing him, she looked over her shoulder at Abilene. 'Come over here and untie his hands.'

'Hey!' Finley blurted. 'Fuck that!'

Abilene ignored her. She made her way through the water and stepped behind Jim. She fingered the rope around his wrists and began to pluck at the knot.

'Don't do it,' Finley warned.

'Go ahead,' Cora said.

'Are you nuts! '

'I'm not gonna leave him tied up,' Abilene said, 'so you can jump him every time you get the urge.'

The knot loosened. Jim worked his hands free and Abilene lifted the twisted rope out of the water.

He put his arms around Vivian.

'Isn't that sweet,' Finley muttered.

Abilene tossed the rope out of the pool. She stepped backward and sank down onto the submerged shelf. She fingered her face, wincing as she touched the knot of swelling at her cheekbone.

Finley didn't do this to me, she realized. It had been Batty's work with the skull.

But Finley had struck her in the same place.

It felt hot and sore.

I hit her first, she told herself. I had it coming.

As she gently rubbed the sore lump, it occurred to her that Finley, though right-handed, had punched her with the left. Just a matter of convenience? she wondered. Or had Finley swung with the left to spare her a stronger punch?

If she was taking it easy on me, why'd she use a fist?

Finley sat down beside Abilene. 'Are you all right?'

'I'll live.'

They both watched Vivian and Jim. They were still embracing. Jim was breathing hard, but no longer coughing.

'Sorry I slugged you,' Finley said.

'I hit you first. I'm sorry, too. But what were you doing, trying to drown him?'

Finley didn't answer for a while. Then she muttered, 'I don't know.'

Then Vivian eased Jim away from her. He didn't resist. She guided him to the side of the pool, and he lowered himself onto the shelf. Vivian sat next to him.

Meeting Finley's eyes, she shook her head.

'Okay, I was a bad little girl,' Finley said. 'So crucify me.'

'Just leave him alone from now on,' Vivian said.

'We've got enough to worry about,' Cora added, 'without having to keep an eye on you.'

'Yeah. Right.' Finley climbed out of the pool. Without another word or a look back, she started striding away toward the corner of the lodge. Her sneakers made squelching sounds.

Or yellow foot, Abilene thought, and felt a rush of sadness.

'Where are you going?' she called.

'That's my business.'

'Come on back. Jeez.'

Finley kept walking.

'Let her go,' Cora said.

'She'll be all right,' Vivian said.

Probably, Abilene thought. Hank won't be coming along till after dark. If Jim's been telling the truth.

Still, she didn't like the idea of Finley going off by herself. 'We've been kind of tough on her.'

'She's been acting nuts,' Cora said. 'Ever since Batty's place.'

'It freaked her out, being grabbed like that.'

'You'd think she would've enjoyed it,' Cora said. 'Being Finley.'

'Hey, come on.'

Jim raised his head. He frowned at Abilene. 'Ya had a run-in with Batty?'

'Did we ever,' Cora said. A corner of her mouth turned up. 'Broke his arm, killed his cat, stole his shotgun and boat.'

'Do you know him?' Vivian asked.

'Or her, as the case may be,' Abilene said, and realized it was the sort of remark Finley might make.

I oughta go find her, she thought.

'Batty does conjure stuff,' Jim said. 'Ya don' wanta make him mad at ya.'