Lindsay Buroker - Peacemaker

He stepped closer and lowered his voice. “Iappreciate you coming along with me. I know it didn’t work out wellfor you the last time I talked you into coming on one of myadventures, and I can tell you’re not comfortable here.”

“It’s not that bad. It’sjust…” Under his continuing massage, Kali’s chin drooped of its ownaccord, and millimeter by millimeter her shoulders relaxed. Hereally ought to spend less time in the woods, chasing criminals,and more time with her. “I never fit in. I don’t fit in in Dawsoneither, but everyone’s a stranger there, and people speak alldifferent languages and look all different ways. You feel lessodd.”

“That’s all there was toit? Not fitting in? Or did they treat you poorly?” Cedar’s eyesnarrowed as if he wondered if he should smack someone around on herbehalf.

“They treated my motherpoorly, because of her powers. If she’d been male, she would havebeen a medicine man, but they called her a…you would say a witch.They blamed anything bad on her. She was young, too, when she hadme, and I heard…. I don’t know if it’s true, but some people saidthey’d seen her do things out of spite. Hurt people. She never hurtme. She was kind, and I hate that I doubt her, but somehow she gota reputation that spread amongst the different tribes. My fatherheard of her and sought her out because of her power. Hewanted-well, you heard what that Amelia woman said. I think he washoping for some powerful heir to carry on his alchemy legacy, tofurther refine flash gold.”

Cedar lowered his hand, and Kali tamped downa noise of protest. Tadzi was returning with an older man, one sherecognized. Kesuk.

Though she had asked for him by name, shehad hoped he would be out of the camp and someone else would havecome to answer Cedar’s questions. Kesuk had always been quick tomalign her mother. As he approached, tension seeped back intoKali’s shoulders. He did not look in her direction. Twin graybraids of hair hung down his chest, and he carried a pair offishing spears over his shoulder. Annoyance flattened his lips, andKali could already tell they’d be unlikely to get much fromhim.

When the medicine man stopped before them,Tadzi stood a couple of steps back, though he watched with curiouseyes. Kesuk faced Cedar and ignored Kali. She couldn’t tell if itwas because he remembered her or because he figured women shouldstay silently decorative while the men talked.

“Afternoon, Shaman Kesuk,”Kali said with a smile. Either way, she would not beignored.

He briefly curled a lip at her but remainedfacing Cedar. “What business do you have here, White Man?” he askedin Han.

“Show him the beadthings,” Kali told Cedar.

Cedar withdrew the pair of decorated patchesand laid them out on his open palm. He seemed content to let Kalitake charge of their half of the conversation.

“One of these was foundnear the body of a Han woman murdered yesterday morning in Dawson,”Kali told the shaman. “The other on a ship of…” There was no wordfor airship or pirates in the language, and such things had neverfloated the skies of the Yukon when she was a girl. What had Tadzicalled those people? “Sky bandits,” Kali finished. “Do you knowanything about them? Is it possible one of our-one of your peoplemade them? Do they have any power?”

“You speak too much for awoman,” Kesuk said, glaring at her without seeming to notice thepatches. Kali opened her mouth, an angry retort on her lips, butKesuk added, “That’s what happens when girls don’t grow up withproper mothers. At least you’re not a witch.” He took the patchesand scrutinized them.

Kali clenched her fists, still tempted tomake the retort, but it was better to simply finish and leave assoon as possible.

She caught Cedar watching her, a concernedexpression on his face. She loosened her fingers and mouthed, “I’mfine.”

“These are trash,” Kesuksaid. “They mean nothing, and if one of our people made them, itwould be an embarrassment.”

He handed them back to Cedar, and Kalitranslated. Cedar’s face darkened, and he slid them back into hispocket. It was disappointing news, so Kali could understand afrown, but Cedar seemed more upset than the dead end warranted. Fora long moment, he said nothing, simply standing there with jawclenched, but he finally tipped his hat toward the medicine man andsaid, “Please thank him for his time.”

Before Kali could relay the message, Kesuksaid, “Leave now. We must keep our people safe from the crime thesewhite men have brought. Take that monstrous beast with you.” Hestabbed a finger at the bicycle, though it idled quietly, notbothering anyone as it puffed soft clouds of smoke into thearea.

Kali gritted her teeth, more indignant onthe machine’s behalf than for the sleights the medicine man haddelivered to her.

“Tadzi, you have chores.”Kesuk turned his back on them and strode away.

“Where are you going now?”Tadzi asked. “If you wait here, I can get you some supper from mygrandma. She won’t mind sharing.”

Kali suspected she would-nobody wanted torisk a medicine man’s ire, and befriending her would probably dothat-but she understood Tadzi’s reluctance to let them go. Shewould have reacted in the same way if someone riding asteam-powered bicycle had come into the camp when she was agirl.

“Thanks, Tadzi, but weneed to solve this mystery.” Kali considered Cedar. He was waitingat the bicycle, his back rigid with determination, his head down,thoughts inward. “I have a feeling that means going dangerousplaces and doing dangerous things. Again.”

“I could come with you. Icould help!”

“No,” Cedar said withoutlooking up.

Tadzi’s shoulders drooped.

“You can help us anothertime. And-” Kali checked to make sure the medicine man was out ofearshot before making her next offer, “-if you ever want to seemore of my steam-powered machines, you can come to my shop inDawson.”

“Really?” Tadzi asked.“That would be right fine.”

She patted him on the back and joinedCedar.

“What’re you thinking?”Kali asked when they were alone. Mostly alone. The guard leanedagainst a tree nearby, his rifle cradled in his arms as he kept aneye on them.

“You should take thebicycle and go back to town,” Cedar said. “Stay in your workshopwith all of your alarms and booby traps in place. Don’t let anyonein.”

Kali propped her hands onher hips. “And where will you be going?”

“I intend to find out whythose pirates had one of these on their ship.” Cedar held up one ofthe beadwork patches.

“Somehow I don’t think thecaptain is going to be amenable to answering your questions afteryou cut his pants off.”

“Then I’ll make him.”Cedar started to walk away.

“Wait,” Kali said. “Get onthe SAB. I’m going with you.”

“There’s no need to riskyourself on this. I’ve already wasted your time by bringing you outhere.”

Kali patted the seat of the SAB. “Might aswell stop arguing and mount up. You don’t really think I’d let yougo tour an airship without me, do you?” And if Cedar decided heneeded to turn in all of those pirates-or their heads-to theMounties, maybe she could claim what remained of the airship forherself. Oh, she’d want to refurbish it, to make it truly andcompletely hers, but it’d take months off her timeline if shedidn’t have to build everything from scratch. A broad smile curvedher lips as these thoughts wandered through her head.

Cedar’s eyes closed to slits as he watchedher. “Why do I have a feeling you have something more thanquestioning pirates in mind?”

Smile broadening, Kali patted the seatagain. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Now, are yougetting on or not?”