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back on and closed the door。 The engine was still running； roaring as it
idled。 We started down the road
again。
〃So who were those guys—the crazy ones？〃 I wondered。
He made a disgusted sound in the back of his throat。 〃The La Push gang。〃
〃You have a gang？〃 I asked。 I realized that I sounded impressed。
He laughed once at my reaction。 〃Not like that。 I swear； they're like hall
monitors gone bad。 They don't
start fights； they keep the peace。〃 He snorted。 〃There was this guy from up
somewhere by the Makah
rez； big guy too； scary…looking。 Well； word got around that he was selling
meth to kids； and Sam Uley
and his disciples ran him off our land。 They're all about our land； and tribe
pride it's getting
ridiculous。 The worst part is that the council takes them seriously。 Embry
said that the council actually
meets with Sam。〃 He shook his head； face full of resentment。 〃Embry also heard
from Leah Clearwater
that they call themselves 'protectors' or something like that。〃
Jacob's hands were clenched into fists； as if he'd like to hit something。 I'd
never seen this side of him。
I was surprised to hear Sam Uley's name。 I didn't want it to bring back the
images from my nightmare； so
I made a quick observation to distract myself。 〃You don't like them very
much。〃
〃Does it show？〃 he asked sarcastically。
〃Well It doesn't sound like they're doing anything bad。〃 I tried to soothe
him； to make him cheerful
again。 〃Just sort of annoyingly goody…two…shoes for a gang。〃
〃Yeah。 Annoying is a good word。 They're always showing off—like the cliff
thing。 They act like like； I
don't know。 Like tough guys。 I was hanging out at the store with Embry and
Quil once； last semester； and
Sam came by with his followers； Jared and Paul。 Quil said something； you know
how he's got a big
mouth； and it pissed Paul off。 His eyes got all dark； and he sort of smiled—
no； he showed his teeth but
he didn't smile—and it was like he was so mad he was shaking or something。
But Sam put his hand
against Paul's chest and shook his head。 Paul looked at him for a minute and
calmed down。 Honestly； it
was like Sam was holding him back—like Paul was going to tear us up if Sam
didn't stop him。〃 He
groaned。 〃Like a bad western。 You know； Sam's a pretty big guy； he's twenty。
But Paul's just sixteen；
too； shorter than me and not as beefy as Quil。 I think any one of us could
take him。〃
〃Tough guys；〃 I agreed。 I could see it in my head as he described it； and it
reminded me of something a
trio of tall； dark men standing very still and close together in my father's
living room。 The picture was
sideways； because my head was lying against the couch while Dr。 Gerandy and
Charlie leaned over
me Had that been Sam's gang？
I spoke quickly again to divert myself from the bleak memories。 〃Isn't Sam a
little too old for this kind of
thing？〃
〃Yeah。 He was supposed to go to college； but he stayed。 And no one gave him
any crap about it； either。
The whole council pitched a fit when my sister turned down a partial
scholarship and got married。 But； oh
no； Sam Uley can do no wrong。〃
His face was set in unfamiliar lines of outrage—outrage and something else I
didn't recognize at first。
〃It all sounds really annoying and strange。 But I don't get why you're
taking it so personally。〃 I peeked
over at his face； hoping I hadn't offended him。 He was suddenly calm； staring
out the side window。
〃You just missed the turn；〃 he said in an even voice。
I executed a very wide U…turn； nearly hitting a tree as my circle ran the
truck halfway off the road。
〃Thanks for the heads…up；〃 I muttered as I started up the side road。
〃Sorry； I wasn't paying attention。〃
It was quiet for a brief minute。
〃You can stop anywhere along here；〃 he said softly。
I pulled over and cut the engine。 My ears rang in the silence that followed。
We both got out； and Jacob
headed around to the back to get the bikes。 I tried to read his expression。
Something more was bothering
him。 I'd hit a nerve。
He smiled halfheartedly as he pushed the red bike to my side。 〃Happy late
birthday。 Are you ready for
this？〃
〃I think so。〃 The bike suddenly looked intimidating； frightening； as I
realized I would soon be astride it。
〃We'll take it slow；〃 he promised。 I gingerly leaned the motorcycle against
the truck's fender while he
went to get his。
〃Jake〃I hesitated as he came back around the truck。
〃Yeah？〃
〃What's really bothering you？ About the Sam thing； I mean？ Is there something
else？〃 I watched his face。
He grimaced； but he didn't seem angry。 He looked at the dirt and kicked his
shoe against the front tire of
his bike again and again； like he was keeping time。
He sighed。 〃It's just the way they treat me。 It creeps me out。〃 The words
started to rush out now。 〃You
know； the council is supposed to be made up of equals； but if there was a
leader； it would be my dad。
I've never been able to figure out why people treat him the way they do。 Why
his opinion counts the
most。 It's got something to do with his father and his father's father。 My
great…grandpa； Ephraim Black；
was sort of the last chief we had； and they still listen to Billy； maybe
because of that。
〃But I'm just like everyone else。 Nobody treats me special until now。〃
That caught me off guard。 〃Sam treats you special？〃
〃Yeah；〃 he agreed； looking up at me with troubled eyes。 〃He looks at me like
he's waiting for
something like I'm going to join his stupid gang someday。 He pays more
attention to me than any of the
other guys。 I hate it。〃
〃You don't have to join anything。〃 My voice was angry。 This was really
upsetting Jacob； and that
infuriated me。 Who did these 〃protectors〃 think they were？
〃Yeah。〃 His foot kept up its rhythm against the tire。
〃What？〃 I could tell there was more。
He frowned； his eyebrows pulling up in a way that looked sad and worried
rather than angry。 〃It's
Embry。 He's been avoiding me lately。〃
The thoughts didn't seem connected； but I wondered if I was to blame for the
problems with his friend。
〃You've been hanging out with me a lot；〃 I reminded him； feel