Wyatt stiffened. “What does that mean? You fell?” he demanded. “Did you fall down? Did they push you?”
“I said they put their hands on me and I kicked one where it counts,” she reiterated. “He didn’t like it much, ’specially when his friends all laughed at him.”
This time the table actually shook. It was no slight tremor. Wyatt got up and paced across the floor trying to rid himself of restless energy – energy that could easily get out of hand with his kind of temper.
“He shoved you into the swamp?” He managed to get each word out between his teeth. He glared at Malichai, who had begun eating the beignets again. “He shoved her and you’re eating?”
Malichai’s eyebrow shot up. “Fuel, my man. One of us has to be efficient when the two of you are hotheads. Nonny, out of curiosity, were you aware you raised a hothead?”
She nodded thoughtfully. “I did, Malichai. I did. I thought he might grow out of it, but like his brothers, he’s got that Cajun temper and it just grew up right along with all of them.”
“You should have told me immediately that these men pushed you down, Nonny,” Wyatt said. “It’s no laughin’ matter. I thought maybe they got a little overzealous tryin’ to guard their plant when somethin’ went wrong, and that was bad enough but…”
He raked both hands through his hair and his eyes glittered like a hungry cat hunting prey. “Shovin’ you? Pattin’ you down? Threatnin’ you? No, that’s intolerable. I think I need to have a little friendly chat with these men.”
Ezekiel rose and pushed back his chair, reaching for the plates. “Thank you for such a fine meal. I’ll just do up the dishes, Grand-mere, and then we’ll go see about reading from the good book along with Wyatt.”
Malichai shoved both chairs back into the table and helped gather the bowls. “Magnificent meal, Nonny. I’m actually full… for the time being.”
“Leave the dishes, boys,” Nonny said. “I’ll get them done. You boys don’ be out too late, and Malichai, there’ll be somethin’ hot on the stove when you come back in.”
Chapter 2
“We’re goin’ to take the pirogue so we can go in quiet,” Wyatt announced as he stepped off the porch. “Neither of you has to come with me. I’m goin’ in soft, just a recon to see what I’m up against.”
“Like hell we’re going to let you go alone,” Malichai said. “I ate a lot. I need a little exercise before going to sleep.” And I don’t believe for one minute you’re going in soft. I’ll just tag along and make certain you behave yourself.
Wyatt sent him an innocent look.
Ezekiel nudged his brother. “You just want to walk off the dinner so you can eat more. I swear, Malichai, you should weigh five hundred pounds.”
“I got all the good genes,” Malichai said, and stepped onto the pirogue. “What the hell is this contraption? Are you certain it’s safe?”
He peered into the black water. Hanging like great ropes, vines of moss dangled from the cypress trees, sweeping the water with thin, feathery arms, creating a macabre effect. The humidity was extremely high, so that everything in the night seemed to move slow and easy, and even the air seemed to enter lungs slow and lazy.
Ezekiel studied the small, flat-bottomed wooden craft that appeared to be made from a tree trunk. The last thing he wanted to do was to find himself in the dark water with snapping turtles, snakes and alligators.
Wyatt leaned on a long pole. “The water’s shallow. If you can’t stay balanced, no worries. You’ll only go up to your thighs. Or waist. Unless we hit a pocket where the bottom falls out.”
Ezekiel shot him a glare. “I’m armed, you cretin.”
Wyatt laughed. “If you prefer, you can hang out here and Grand-mere will keep you safe with that shotgun of hers.”
Ezekiel stepped carefully onto the pirogue. “That’s one hell of a woman. Do they even make them like that anymore?”
Wyatt pushed off carefully using the long pole. Malichai picked up the other one to help. He watched Wyatt and then mimicked his movements.
“I think my brother Gator got the last one,” he admitted. “She carries a big-ass knife and isn’t afraid to use it. The first time I ever saw her, she broke into our home, crept up on Gator and stuck a knife to his throat. He stole her motorcycle, and she took my Jeep. It was a really interestin’ relationship.”
“My kind of woman,” Ezekiel said.
“She’s one of us,” Wyatt added. “A GhostWalker.”
“I figured she’d have to be if she managed to get the drop on your brother,” Malichai said. “He’s got a badass reputation.”
He took a careful look around him. It was dark and eerie in the bayous. The network of canals was hidden from one another by tall reeds and strips of land with weeping cypress trees.