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  j.h. moncrieff

  Those Who Came Before

  FLAME TREE PRESS

  London & New York

  Dedicated to Tina Fontaine and all the missing

  and murdered indigenous women and girls.

  Never forgotten, always remembered.

  Chapter One

  The fighting began before we were a half mile down the road.

  It was easy to tell Jess was pissed, not that she attempted to hide it. Her arms were folded across her chest, and when her head wasn’t turned away, I saw her jaw was clenched so tightly it was a wonder she didn’t crack her teeth.

  I considered asking her what was wrong, but why poke a tiger with a stick? It was obvious what the problem was, and knowing Jess, the silent treatment wouldn’t last long.

  It lasted about five minutes.

  “If you knew you were going to be late, why didn’t you text?” Each word was forced from between bloodless lips, as if it were an effort to speak.

  “Jess, it was only twenty minutes. Do you have to make a big deal out of this?” Of course she did. Jessica turned everything into a catastrophe of epic proportions lately. I had to have been insane to agree to this camping trip.

  “Only? Only twenty minutes? I’ve been waiting for you since five o’clock. Do you get how long twenty minutes seems when you’re standing around waiting for someone?”

  Since I was always the one running to catch up, I couldn’t empathize, but I knew how long five minutes with Jessica felt whenever she got angry. “I get it,” I said, unable to keep the edge out of my voice. “I’m an ass. I’m sorry.”

  “I’m an ass. I’m sorry,” she mimicked, making me sound as dumb as Moose from the Archie comics. “Is that all you can say, Reese? It’s getting old. Correction: it got old a long time ago. Do you have any idea how many times Kira texted me, asking when we planned on getting there?”

  A lot, if I had to guess. Kira’s boyfriend Dan was okay, but Kira herself was a bit of a control freak. Yep, no doubt about it – this was going to be the camping trip from hell. At least it would be the last one I’d have to endure. After the weekend, I would end things with Jess. The sex had kept me going for a while, but even that wasn’t so hot these days. I didn’t find her attractive anymore, probably because she was always scowling at me.

  Sure enough, when we arrived at Kira’s apartment, both Kira and Dan were waiting outside, camping paraphernalia littering the ground. Dan gave me a sympathetic smile, while Kira barely looked up from her phone.

  “Sorry I’m late.” I tried to ignore my girlfriend, who was rolling her eyes so hard I half expected them to fall out of her skull. “The packing took longer than I thought.”

  “It always does, doesn’t it? You’d think we were going for weeks instead of a couple days.” Dan grabbed a cooler and headed to the back of my truck. “No worries, buddy. Thanks for driving.”

  Some of the tightness in my chest eased. Thank God for Dan. He was the one person who would make this trip bearable.

  Jess was already engaged in an intense, whispered conversation with her girlfriend. I was pretty certain I could accurately guess the topic du jour. Their chatting came to an abrupt halt when Dan began to slide the cooler into the space I’d left for him.

  “Wait,” Kira called, checking her phone again before slipping it into her back pocket. Her shampoo-commercial hair caught the light and gleamed as she hurried toward us. Once upon a time, I’d thought she was pretty. Then I’d gotten to know her.

  “You can’t put that there.” She pointed at the cooler.

  “Why not?” Dan asked, sounding confused but not irritated. Where did he get his patience?

  “You’ll box it in. What if we get thirsty on the road and want a drink? What if we decide we want to cook dinner as soon as we get there? It should be easy to get at, don’t you think? We should put it in last.”

  Dan shrugged. “Doesn’t matter to me. Hand me something else, then.”

  As Kira leapt into action, organizing the supplies and handing them to Dan one by one, I moved out of the way. Anything I did to help would be wrong, and I couldn’t handle Kira’s criticism today.

  I wandered over to Jessica, who glared at me.

  “Can we get past this, please?” Offering an olive branch was better than spending the weekend in stony silence. “I misjudged my time. It won’t happen again.”

  It would, but not with her. All I had to do was survive the weekend, and I’d never have to see her again.

  “I just wish you would have texted me. I have better things to do with my time than stand around waiting for you.”

  The words may have been angry, but her tone was softening, as I’d hoped it would. Kira’s bragging about her ‘perfect’ relationship with Dan drove my girlfriend mad. There was no way she’d want to fight in front of them for the whole weekend.

  “You’re right, I should have let you know I was running behind. I’m sorry.”

  She nodded. “All right,” she said before drifting over to help her friend. It wasn’t the most enthusiastic apology acceptance in the world, but I figured I’d gotten off easy. Jess could hold a grudge until the end of time.

  * * *

  With country-western tunes blaring over the speakers and the city streets giving way to the green comfort of fir trees, I relaxed. I even felt a tiny bit of optimism. Maybe it would be an enjoyable weekend after all. I loved the campsites at Strong Lake; they were so peaceful and private. This late in the season, we’d probably have the place to ourselves.

  “Can you turn that shit off, please? I have no idea why he listens to this crap,” Jess apologized to her friends, but for once, I didn’t care what she thought. The opening strains of John Denver’s ‘Country Roads’ flooded the cab as I cranked the volume.

  “It’s tradition,” I yelled over Denver’s warble. “This music was made for road trips.”

  Jessica looked like she’d eaten something sour, but from my glimpses in the rearview mirror, Dan and Kira appeared to be enjoying themselves. Kira sang along during the chorus in a low, sweet voice that surprised me, as Dan leaned over the seat to pat Jess on the shoulder.

  “Whoever drives picks the music. It’s the rule.”

  The camaraderie came to an end when we arrived at the campground entrance. Dusk had fallen, but in the glow of the truck’s headlights, the sign was still legible.

  Closed for the season.

  Thwap! Jessica struck my shoulder hard enough to make me wince. “Didn’t you call? You were supposed to call them.”

  “Hey, now. There’s no need to resort to violence,” Dan said.

  “Well, what exactly are we supposed to do? We drove for two hours to get here and it’s closed?”

  “Take it easy. At least no one will bother us.” A smile came over my face in spite of my stinging shoulder.

  “What are you talking about? The camp is closed. We can’t stay here.”

  “And who’s going to stop us? I don’t see anyone, do you?”

  Kira and Dan were quiet in the backseat, and as far as I was concerned, silence was consent. I revved the Chevy’s engine.

  “Don’t be crazy, Reese. What are you going to do, drive through the gate?”

  I’d considered it. The flimsy particleboard wouldn’t put up much of a fight, but it might scratch the paint. “Nope, I’m going around. Sit tight, boys and girls.”

  Shifting into four-wheel drive, I plunged the truck into the ditch that flanked the ticket kiosk. Kira squealed as she was tossed back and forth. I was beginning to like this chick.

  Before
Jessica could protest, we were out of the ditch and on the other side of the gate.

  “Woo-hoo!” Dan cried. “That was awesome.”

  I grinned. It had been awesome. This was going to be perfect. Not only would we have our pick of any campsite we wanted, it would be free. No one would hassle us.

  “That’s great, Reese, but we won’t be able to get any wood. The campsite is closed. Unless you plan to drive through that too?” Jessica gestured at the metal box that held the firewood. It was rusty but solid. Unless someone in our group was a master lock picker, there was no way we were getting into that thing.

  “We don’t need it. These woods are full of old sticks and dead trees that are begging to be burned,” Dan said. “Plus, if worse comes to worst, I brought my axe.”

  “I like the way you think, my man.” Putting more weight on the gas pedal, I let the truck lunge forward, echoing my own eagerness. I could hardly wait to pick a site. Besides, I had to piss. It had been a long drive, especially after the argument with Jess.

  “Well, I don’t. You can’t cut down the trees. It’s illegal.” The pout was audible in Jessica’s voice. She wasn’t used to people disagreeing with her.

  “We won’t cut anything that’s living. Just the stuff that’s already dead,” Dan promised.

  “And what if the conservation officers do a patrol? We’ll be in huge shit. We can’t plead ignorance – it’s obvious the campground is closed.”

  “Oh, lighten up, Jess. Live a little. It’ll be an adventure.” Kira jostled Jessica’s shoulder. As she did, her arm grazed mine. An electric current passed between us, and the skin on my upper arm broke out in gooseflesh.

  This weekend was going to be more interesting than I’d thought.

  “Okay, fine. Obviously I’m outnumbered. But don’t come bitching to me when we get fined.” Jessica folded her arms across her chest again and stared out the window at the darkening sky.

  Shit. After the work I’d done to defuse her. However, for some reason, I found I didn’t care as much this time.

  Selecting a campsite resulted in the expected amount of bickering. Kira wanted to be close to the lake and the hiking trails, while Jessica preferred to stay near the showers and toilets. Dan kept quiet, willing to go along with whoever had the most persuasive argument, but I was sick of being outvoted and outnumbered. I sped past the sites the girls indicated, ignoring their cries of protest. Backing into the far corner lot, I couldn’t help but be pleased with myself. My truck was now tucked into the trees, out of sight if any conservation officer decided to do a quick check.

  “What the fuck is this?” A sneer twisted Jessica’s features. How had I ever found her attractive? “This is a joke, right?”

  “I get that you’d rather post a sign saying ‘Arrest us’ by camping over by the showers, but I’m not interested in getting caught.” I refused to allow her to ruin my good mood. Glancing into the backseat, I saw Dan sported his usual happy-go-lucky expression. Kira shrugged as she opened the door. Although I hated to admit it, I was gratified to notice they’d been sitting far apart.

  A sharp smack on my shoulder jolted me from thoughts of Kira. It was the same place where Jessica had clouted me before. A wave of fury crashed over me, and it was all I could do not to shake some sense into her.

  “Do that again and I’ll return the favor.”

  “Hey, hey, hey, let’s break it up.” Dan tried to sound lighthearted, but I could hear the concern in his voice. “This is supposed to be fun, remember?”

  “I’ll have a tough time thinking this is fun when I’m struggling to find the bathroom in the middle of the night,” Jessica snapped. If I’d thought I was angry, my rage paled in comparison to hers. She was so furious she practically spit sparks. “I’m afraid of the dark, remember?”

  I instantly felt guilty. Jess could be a witch, but maybe I was to blame for some of her attitude this time around. I hadn’t been thinking of my girlfriend when I’d chosen the campsite. The only woman who’d entered my mind had been the wrong one.

  Still, who goes camping if they’re afraid of the dark?

  “We’re not that far away.” It was an attempt to soothe her, but I realized it probably sounded patronizing. “And you can have the Maglite. Or, if you’re desperate, you can pee in the bush.”

  “I am not squatting in the dirt. That’s disgusting.”

  Kira linked her arm through Jessica’s. “There’s a trail over here. It’s a good shortcut. Let’s go now, while there’s still light.”

  I handed her the flashlight. “Thanks.”

  “No worries. We’ll be right back.”

  Why had I thought Kira was a control freak? She was awesome.

  “Houston, we have a problem.” Dan surveyed the woods surrounding our site.

  Squaring my shoulders, I went to join him. It was time to get to work. The light was almost gone, and we had tents to set up. “What’s wrong?”

  “I’m not seeing a lot of deadfall. Everything looks pretty green.”

  I swore under my breath. Green wood would smoke rather than burn, which meant no fire and no hot meal. My stomach grumbled in sympathy. I’d already been fantasizing about the chili and biscuits packed in the cooler.

  “There has to be something. Maybe farther back?”

  “Kindling, maybe, but nothing that’s going to give us a decent flame.”

  Treading on the carpet of pine needles, I peered into the forest, my heart sinking as I saw Dan was right. In spite of the lush overgrowth, these were young trees. I could smell the sap. Maybe Jessica’d had a point. This had been a stupid idea. The thought of admitting it to her made me cringe.

  Then I spotted something in the clearing, where no other trees grew.

  “Dan, you got a light?”

  He flicked on the LED flashlight he kept on his keychain. It wasn’t my Maglite, but it was better than nothing.

  “What about this one?”

  He followed my gesture with the light. “I don’t know. It looks burned already.”

  Taking his keychain, I pushed through the trees, sticks snapping under my hiking boots like bones breaking. A bramble bush scratched my arm, drawing blood, but I was too focused on the tree to notice the pain. Once I was close enough to touch it, I got what Dan had meant. The tree’s bark was pitch black. I ran my hand over its gnarled surface and fire flared through my fingers. Jerking away, I shook my fingers to cool them, but there was no need. The sensation had dissipated as suddenly as it had occurred.

  “Are you okay?” Dan called.

  “Yeah, just got a shock for some reason. It seems solid, though. I don’t think it’s charred.”

  He crunched through the underbrush toward me. “A shock? From a tree?”

  “Maybe it’s a stinging nettle tree.” Using Dan’s flashlight to examine my palm, I couldn’t see anything wrong. It was as pale as before.

  “Never heard of it. Is that a thing?”

  “Poison oak tree?” As I said the words, I hoped not. I’d had a nasty case (was there any other kind?) of poison oak once and didn’t care to repeat the experience.

  Dan whistled under his breath. “It’s a big bastard.” He pounded on it with his fist, and aside from a whisper of loose bark drifting to the ground, it didn’t budge. “You’re right. I think it’s dead, but it hasn’t been burned. Have you seen anything like it?”

  I hadn’t, but that didn’t mean anything. I wasn’t a tree expert. Perhaps black trees were common at Strong Lake. I didn’t know, and to be honest, I didn’t give a fuck. “Can your axe handle it?”

  “I’m not sure. This is a lot of wood. I could maybe get some of the smaller branches off. That should be enough for tonight.” Grasping a branch, Dan hoisted himself onto one of the lower limbs, testing its strength. He was clearly impervious to the stinging-nettle effect. Maybe it had been my imagination,
but I had no desire to touch the tree again.

  The ‘smaller’ branches were as thick as our thighs. “Sure, man. That’ll do. Go for broke, and let me know when you want me to spell you.”

  “You can’t be serious.” Jessica stood outside the clearing, glaring at us in the waning light.

  “You want to have a fire, don’t you? Or would you prefer to eat your dinner cold?”

  “Yes, I do want a fire. That’s why I wanted to go to a campsite that was open, not watch while you guys destroy a forest.”

  Normally her tendency to exaggerate rolled off my back, but every word out of her mouth irritated me today. “We’re not destroying anything. We’re chopping down a few branches. That’s it. No one will miss them.”

  “Yeah, no one except the birds and the squirrels who live there.”

  “There’s no birds or squirrels living in this tree, Jess. Trust me.” Not even grass grew around that sucker. You didn’t have to be a horticulturalist to see it was an ugly-ass tree. Hell, cutting it down would improve the place.

  “Why should I trust someone who can’t read?” She pointed at a sign I hadn’t noticed. The sun had set enough that I needed Dan’s tiny flashlight to read it.

  DO NOT USE TREES FOR FIREWOOD.

  FIREWOOD IS FOR SALE AT THE CONSERVATION

  OFFICE FOR $5 PER BUNDLE.

  Well, that was helpful.

  “Are you two fighting again?” Kira shined the Maglite in my face. I squinted, raising my arm to block the beam. “This is getting old. Seriously, knock it off.”

  “Hey, hon, do you remember if I packed the saw?”

  Kira swung the light around to blind Dan as he jumped down from the tree with a thud. “That’s the tree you guys want to cut down? I’m with Jessica – this is a stupid idea.”

  “Not the whole tree, just a few branches.” Dan brushed past her, plucking the Maglite from her as he went. I was grateful. In her hands, it was a deadly weapon.

  “I don’t think that’s a good plan. It looks diseased.”

  “We’re not going to eat it,” I said. “Just burn it.”