Sarah Andrews - In Cold Pursuit

“That’s going to be a little hard to remember.”

He laughed. “Then this is going to be an interesting ride. Now these levers are the hydraulics to lift and lower the blade. Keep it gentle. Okay, put it in gear, set it in eighth, and give it 2100 rpm’s.”

Valena set the throttle to a more conservative 1400 rpm. The Challenger eased forward. The big steering wheel moved like silk after the awkward swing of the Delta’s. “Power steering,” she said.

“Oh, you’d best believe it. Okay now, give it some gas; we don’t want to miss dinner.”

She ran the throttle up to 2100 and they began to accelerate.

“Keep an eye on this rearview mirror,” said Dave. “You can watch how the goose is doing. If it gets too much snow building up, pull it up a little. No snow at all, let it down. Go ahead, try it.”

Valena immediately dropped the blade too far into the snow, kicking up a spray that flew right over the top of the blade.

Dave laughed. “That’s a little more than you need. Little movements. Try it again.”

They kept on going, now moving a little faster, and, bit by bit, mile by mile, Valena gained confidence in both the tractor and in the instructor that came with it. By the time they came around the bend that opened up their view toward the sea ice, Valena was getting cocky and cut the curve a little too tightly.

“You want to try that third pedal on the floor when you feel it getting out of control like that,” said Dave.

“I wasn’t out of control,” Valena answered tartly.

Dave grinned. “Oh, yeah? Ask that flag you clipped. It’s spinning out across the back forty.”

“I clipped a flag? You’re kidding.”

“Your secret is safe with me. But I got to tell you, you hit too many and Edith will give you a ticket.”

“What for? Flag endangerment? Destroying government property?”

“No. Maybe for the same thing I got ticketed for once.”

“And what was that?”

“Oh, I got pulled over in a little town for doing about double the speed limit. The old guy who wrote me up said it was for being ‘careless and imprudent.’” The grin flashed again.

“Careless and imprudent,” said Valena, trying on the words.

They rode in amiable silence for a while, then Dave asked, “I hear you’re here to study the ice.”

“That’s right.” She let it hang.

“I like to talk to the scientists, learn what they’re learning.”

“That’s smart. Quicker than taking a degree, and cheaper, too.” She immediately wished that she hadn’t said that.

Dave’s smile seemed a touch more abstract than it had been a moment earlier.

“I meant that as a compliment,” she said.

He gave her a friendly smile. She received it like a flower.

He said, “So there’s all that stuff about global warming. Are we going to be able to keep this place from melting?”

Now Valena’s smile faded. “I don’t know if we’ll figure out what we need to know fast enough, or get people to change the way they do things at all.” She shook her head. “And you know what? I love studying these glaciers, but if I was to do something more essentially to the point, I’d be working to help people have fewer babies. Thirty years ago, zero population growth was the clarion call, but now we seem to have forgotten all that and are just trying to figure out how to live high without fouling our nest. The bottom line is that there are just too many humans on this planet.”

Dave’s eyes softened. “I don’t think you could have persuaded your parents that you shouldn’t have been born.”

She turned and looked him in the eye. “I have no idea how either of them felt about that, or if my biological father even knew I’d been conceived. I never met my birth mother. But the mother who raised me liked me well enough.”

He was quiet a while, thinking through what she’d said. “Then I can’t ask the question that’s right here on my tongue. You must have been asked a thousand times, anyway. Where your folks come from.”

“I have no idea of my ethnic background.”

He smiled softly, looking at her with the eyes of a lover. “I think you’re part everything. The first time I saw you, I thought, ‘Dave, here’s what we all will come to look like when we get over this foolish idea of race and just marry the people we love. And what a glorious result it is.’”

Valena felt her heart crash outward through her ribcage. She forced her gaze back toward the trail ahead of them and gripped the wheel more tightly. They continued in silence for many more miles.

“YOU TURN LEFT UP HERE,” ÖAVE SAID, AS THE ROUTE widened from one lane to two and then met an intersection. “Make sure to swing wide, out into the far lane, otherwise your treads will chew up the hardpack where the rubber tire vehicles need to run.”

“Big ten-four on that.” They careened around the bend, the goose slewing wildly to one side.

Dave laughed. “I said slow down a little when you make a turn!”

Valena grinned. “Careless and imprudent!” she sang. “My new motto!”

“Okay, we’re on the interstate now. Lift the goose, push her on up into tenth, and take us on home.”

Valena slapped it up to the top gear and gave it the gas. The great machine hurtled forward. “How fast are we going?”

“Flat out with a tail wind, nineteen miles per hour.”

“Oh, feel the acceleration!”

Again Dave laughed. It was a wonderful sound.

Valena wanted him to laugh again. “So where was that little town?”

“Which town?”

“The town where you got that ticket?”

“Oh, upstate a bit from where I grew up.”

“Where was that?”

“Another little town. Whoa! There’s your right! Hit that decelerator pedal!”

Valena hesitated a fraction too long, and the Challenger slewed around the bend. “Did I clip any more flags?” she asked. Nineteen miles per hour this high off the ice felt like flying. “You get to do this all day long? You lucky dog!”

“That’s me, ol’ lucky dog.”

Valena asked, “Don’t you get lonely?”

“Not much. I listen to the radio, and there’s the view…”

She could see the aircraft parked by the sea ice runway now. The C-17 had returned, waiting to take her back to New Zealand, en route to the States. They were almost to McMurdo. It was time to question him about Emmett’s camp or there would be no time. It’s safe now , she rationalized. I can walk from here if I have to, and it’s broad daylight from now until March. “ Dave, last year…” Her words stalled in her mouth. How could she ask this of him?

Dave turned his soft brown eyes in her direction. “You got troubles down here, I hear.”

The broad, white roadway kept hurtling past them. The end of their trail was coming. Now they were crossing the fuel line, heading for the transition onto the land. She could see the Delta up ahead. Edith had finished parking her snow machine and was climbing into the cab of the Delta with Hilario. Now the communications radio squawked into life as Edith made her arrival announcement. “Mac Ops, Mac Ops…”

Dave said, “I’m sorry to ask.”

“It’s okay.”

She hit the decelerator, cutting their speed in half. She wanted him to talk to her, to say most anything. Two other men—Jim Skehan and Cal Hart—were waiting in McMurdo and wanted to talk to her immediately, and for all she knew she would be hauled into George Bellamy’s office for a good dressing down— You’ve been where? he’d ask her, And under whose authority? —and then she’d be marched straight up the hill to have her duffels loaded onto the C-17 for an early morning departure.

She took a breath to speak, only to find her lungs jammed against tensed stomach muscles. “It’s just… well, I got here and things sort of got all snarled up,” she said. “I’m trying to figure out what happened at Emmett Vanderzee’s camp last year. And you were there, right?”