Virgin River (Virgin River #1)(110)

“I’m not afraid while I’m with you,” she whispered, and this was the truth. The next morning, early, June and Jim arrived in town. June came over to the clinic while Jim went to Jack’s. “I just wanted to make sure you aren’t having any stressrelated problems with your pregnancy,” June said. “Any cramping, spotting?”

“Everything seems to be fine. Except for those frequent shudders I feel when I think about what might have happened.”

“I’m just going to spend a couple of hours in town,” June said. “If you have patients, I’ll help. Do you need to rest?”

“Jack was here last night. I don’t think he slept, but I got a little rest. Where’s the baby?” Mel asked.

“Susan has Jamie, and John and my dad have the clinic.” She smiled. “We country folk have to be flexible.”

“What’s Jim doing?” Mel asked.

“He’s with Jack and Preacher. They won’t be long. They’re going to have to take a look at that place the man came from, Mel. Be sure there’s no one else out there that will come into town and threaten a life.”

“Oh, God,” she said.

“I think they can handle it,” June said. “I guess it has to be done.”

“That’s not it, June. I’ve been out to that camp a dozen times. I didn’t see Calvin Thompson there except the very first time, when I went with Doc to help him treat some injuries. But I went, though I’d been told not to. And I was a little nervous and scared, but it never once occurred to me that someone from there might hold a knife to my throat and—” She stopped, unable to go on.

“Good Lord,” June said. “What were you doing?”

Mel shrugged. Her voice was small when she answered. “They looked hungry.”

A slow smile grew on June Hudson’s face. “And you thought you weren’t one of us. What hooey.”

Jack, Preacher and Jim piled into Jack’s truck and drove back into the woods. The compound was less than twenty miles away, but traversed by so many old logging roads and concealed roads, it took almost an hour to get there. They were so buried, one would never be inclined to worry that these people would pose a dangerous threat. The young man with the knife, Calvin Thompson, hadn’t been with them long. He wasn’t just a vagrant, but a violent felon. It hadn’t taken Henry Depardeau long to learn he had a long drug-related criminal record from other California cities and had been hiding in the forest to dodge felony warrants for his arrest. It was likely that Maxine had brought him to her father’s hideaway in the forest. When they got to the camp, Jim Post said, “Yeah, that’s what I figured.” He pointed to the camouflaged semitrailer, a generator beside it. The three men from Virgin River got out of the truck, brandishing rifles of the caliber that would kill a black bear with one shot. Rifles that would cut a man in half. Of course there was no one in evidence.

“Paulis!” Jack called.

A skinny, wasted-looking, bearded man came out of a hut. A shack. Behind him was a stringy-haired, skinny young woman. Slowly a few more men came around from the back of dilapidated trailers. This small crowd didn’t display arms, but they stayed back, having knowledge of the firearms Jack, Jim and Preacher carried. Jack approached Paulis. “Are you growing?” Jack asked.

The man shook his head.

“Did Thompson bring that operation in here?”

The girl made a sound and covered her mouth with her hand. Paulis gave a nod.

“He tried to kill a woman last night. For drugs and property. He’s dead. Who brought in the trailer?”

Paulis shook his head. “We don’t exchange names around here.”

“What’d he look like?” Jim asked.

Paulis just shrugged.

“Come on, man. You want to go to jail for him? What’d he drive?”

Paulis shrugged again, but Maxine stepped around her father, tears on her pale cheeks.

“A big black Range Rover. Lights up top. You know the kind. He paid Calvin to watch the grow.”

“I know who he is,” Jack said quietly to Jim. “Don’t know where he is, but I have a good idea this isn’t his only grow. And I happen to know the license number on that big SUV.”

“Well, that could come in handy.”

Then to Clifford Paulis, Jack said, “You have twenty-four hours to clear this camp and move out. The sheriff’s deputy will be out here to close down this spot real quick, and if you’re here, you’ll be arrested—that shit’s in your possession now. You have to move on now. I don’t want you around. You hear me?”

Paulis just nodded.

“That woman was my woman,” Jack said more quietly. “I’m going to look for you, and if I can find you, you haven’t moved far enough, you understand me?”

Paulis dipped his chin once more.

The differences in the men—those from the camp and Jack, Jim and Preacher, left no doubt as to who would be the winners in any kind of conflict. Just to drive the point home, Jack raised his 30-06 caliber, bolt action rifle, aimed it at the generator beside the half-buried trailer in the compound, and fired, decimating it. The report was loud enough to shake the trees. The men in view flinched, raised their hands to cover their faces or cowered back.

“I’m coming back tomorrow,” Jack said. “Early.”