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it’s a fair bet these albino creatures are what killed Blinda,” Ricky said. “After all, what she described seeing, that made her think of Jak—that looks just like what we saw.”
    “What little of them we saw,” J.B. added. “But true enough.”
    “So we need to find evidence it was them who did it, and not us! And then this Wymie will shift her hate off us and onto them.”
    “People don’t always let go of that kind of anger easy,” Ryan said. “Even when there is evidence. Anyway, what evidence did you have in mind?”
    “Well, we chill one, and take in the corpse. That’ll show them. And I bet even Wymie will admit these things are more likely to have murdered her little sister than we are.”
    “Right you are, lad!” Doc exclaimed.
    “But there’s a problem,” J.B. said. “We know we hit one of the things back at the dig. Chilled one, mebbe. Mebbe even more, but we found nothing but the blood trails.”
    Ricky shrugged. “Maybe there’s other evidence we could find.”
    “Or mebbe we could do a better job chilling one and keeping hold of it,” Ryan said. “Rather do that than cut stick and run, on balance.”
    Krysty smiled. After a beat, Mildred joined her. Her friend knew her man well. You could tell Ryan had just made up his mind—if you knew the signs to look for.
    The others knew them, too. “So we do us some hunting, too,” J.B. said. He tipped his fedora back on his head a few degrees. His thin lips quirked slightly at the corners.
    That was his equivalent of Ryan’s wolf grin. He loved the prospect of a hunt as much as any of them. As long as there was action to take he was well satisfied, so long as it was meaningful, with a proper chance of payoff.
    “The only question is, how?” Doc asked. “If they manage to elude even our master tracker, Jak.”
    “Try again.” They heard the albino’s soft voice from right over their heads, perched on a ledge above the cave. “Catch next time.”
    “Mebbe,” Ryan said, but he was nodding, acknowledging the possibility. “They’re good. They know the country. But they make mistakes, double sure.”
    “And they don’t know Jak,” Mildred said.
    “What are we looking for, exactly?” Krysty asked. “I mean—what are those things?”
    “That one local yokel thought werewolves,” Mildred replied.
    “We have seen werewolves,” Doc said. “It is just as well young Ricky didn’t choose to share that fact with that distraught young woman. It might quite have swayed the case against us.”
    “He wasn’t with us when we were down in Haven, Doc,” J.B. said gently.
    “Ah. So he was not. My apologies. Time…my time is all out of joint, it appears…”
    “Still good,” Ryan said. “But I’m not willing to jump that far quite yet. The baron and his lady down there were special cases.”
    “Muties?” Ricky suggested.
    “Albinos not—” Jak began, with quiet heat.
    “We know, Jak,” Ryan said. “Albinos aren’t muties. But we also know some muties are albino.”
    “We lack sufficient facts to speculate,” Doc said.
    “Speculation doesn’t load many magazines,” Ryan agreed. “What interests me is, you shoot these things, they holler and bleed. Meaning also, you shoot them enough, they die.”
    “So you want to stay here, in the Pennyrile,” Krysty said carefully, making sure her wishful thinking wasn’t making her read more into Ryan’s words than he meant to put in them, “and look for evidence even Wymie will have to accept.”
    “Go hunting,” J.B. stated.
    “Bull’s-eye,” Ryan said. “Fact is, it’s not like there’s anywhere really safe in Deathlands. Shy of the grave.”
    “That crazy chick in the gaudy was right about one thing,” Mildred said. “They don’t call these Deathlands for nothing.”
    “Got a plan, Ryan?” J.B. asked.
    “Go scout around. Keep our eyes skinned. We know they hang out around the dig site, so we can inspect the area around it triple close. Better than we did