s editorial page。 This bination of brute strength and unexpected intelligence made Bob a match even for lumbermen much bigger than he was。
At thirty…five Emma Thorp was still the prettiest woman in Black River。 She was a green…eyed blonde with a spectacular figure； a bination of beauty and sex appeal that had gotten her into the finals of the Miss U。S。A。 Contest ten years ago。 That achievement made her Black River's only genuine celebrity。 Her son； Jeremy； was the same age as Mark。 Jeremy stayed at the Annendale camp for a few days every year。 Mark valued him as a playmate…but valued him more because his mother was Emma。 Mark was deeply in puppy love with Emma and mooned around her every chance he got。
〃Are you here on vacation？〃 Bob asked。
〃Just got in this afternoon。〃
Jenny said； 〃We'd ask you to sit down； but Paul's trying to keep an arm's length from everyone who has the flu。 If he picked it up； he'd just pass it on to the kids。〃
〃It's nothing serious；〃 Bob said。 〃Not the flu； really。 Just night chills。〃
〃Maybe you can live with them；〃 Emma said。 〃But I think they're pretty serious。 I haven't had a good sleep all week。 They aren't just night chills。 I tried to take a nap this afternoon； and I woke up shaking and sweating。〃
Paul said； 〃You both look very good。〃
〃I tell you；〃 Bob said； 〃it's nothing serious。 Night chills。 My grandmother used to plain of them。〃
〃Your grandmother plained of everything；〃 Emma said。 〃Night chills； rheumatiz； the ague； hot flashes 。 。
Paul hesitated； smiled； and said； 〃Oh hell； sit down。 Let me buy you a drink。〃
Glancing at his watch； Bob said； 〃Thanks； but we really can't。 They have a poker game in the back room here every Saturday night。 Emma and I usually play。 They're expecting us。〃
〃You play； Emma？〃 Jenny asked。
〃Better than Bob does；〃 Emma said。 〃Last time； he lost fifteen dollars； and I won thirty…two。〃
Bob grinned at his wife and said； 〃Tell the truth now。 It's not so much skill。 It's just that when you're playing； most of the men don't spend enough time looking at their cards。〃
Emma touched the low…cut neckline of her sweater。 〃Well； bluffing is an important part of good poker playing。 If the damn fools can be bluffed by some cleavage； then they just don't play as well as I do。〃
On the way home； ten miles out of Bexford； Paul started to turn off the blacktop road onto a scenic overlook that was a favorite lovers' lane。
〃Please； don't stop；〃 Jenny said。
〃Why not？〃
〃I want you。〃
He put the car in park； half on the road； half off。 〃And that's a reason not to stop？〃
She avoided looking at him。 〃I want you； but you aren't the kind of man that can be satisfied with just the sex。 You want something more from me。 It's got to be a deeper mitment with you…love； emotion； caring。 I'm not up to that part of it。〃
Cupping her chin in his hand； he gently turned her face to him。 〃When you were down to Boston in March； you were very changeable。 One moment you thought we could make it together； and the next moment you thought we couldn't。 But then； the last few days； just before you went home； you seemed to have made up your mind。 You said that we were right for each other； that you just needed a little more time。〃 He had proposed to her last Christmas。 Ever since； in bed and out； he had been trying to convince her that they were two halves of an organism； that neither of them could be whole without the other。 In March； he thought he had made some headway。 〃Now；〃 he said； 〃you've changed your mind again。〃
She took his hand from her chin； and kissed the palm。 〃I've got to be sure。〃
〃I'm not like your husband；〃 he said。
〃I know you're not。 You're a…〃
〃Very nice man？〃 he asked。
〃I need more time。〃
〃How much more？〃
〃I don't know。〃
He studied her for a moment； then put the car in gear and drove back onto the blacktop。 He switched on the radio。
A few minutes later she said； 〃Are you angry？〃
〃No。 Just disappointed。〃
〃You're too positive about us；〃 she said。 〃You should be more careful。 You should have some doubts like I do。〃
〃I have no doubts；〃 he said。 〃We're right for each other。〃
〃But you should have doubts；〃 she said。 〃For instance； doesn't it seem odd to you that I'm such a physical match for your first wife； for Annie？ She was the same build as I am； the same size。 She had the same color hair； the same eyes。 I've seen those photographs of her。〃
He was a little upset by that。 〃Do you think I've fallen for you only because you remind me of her？〃
〃You loved her a great deal。〃
〃That has nothing to do with us。 I just like sexy； dark women。〃 He smiled； trying to make a joke of it…both to convince her and to stop himself from wondering if she was at least partly right。
She said； 〃Maybe。〃
〃Dammit； there's no maybe about it。 I love you because you're you； not because you're like anyone else。〃
They rode in silence。
The eyes of several deer glittered in the brush at the side of the road。 When the car passed； the herd moved。 Paul caught a glimpse of them in the rearview mirror…graceful； ghostly figures…as they crossed the pavement。
At last Jenny said； 〃You're so sure we're meant for each other。 Maybe we are…under the right circumstances。 But Paul； all We've ever shared is good times。 We've never known adversity together。 We've never shared a painful experience。 Marriage is
full of big and little crises。 My husband and I were fairly good together too； until the crises came。 Then we were at each other's throats。 I just can't 。 。 。 I won't gamble my future on a relationship that has never been tested with hard times。〃
〃Should I start praying for sickness； financial ruin； and bad luck？〃
She sighed and leaned against him。 〃You make me sound foolish。〃
〃I don't mean to。〃
〃I know。〃
Back in Black River； they shared one kiss and went to separate rooms to lie awake most of the night。
4
Twenty…eight Months Earlier：
Saturday； April 12； 1975
THE HELICOPTER…A PLUSH； luxuriously appointed Bell JetRanger TI…chopped up the dry Nevada air and flung it down at the Las Vegas Strip。 The pilot gingerly approached the landing pad on the roof of the Fortunata Hotel； hovered over the red target circle for a moment； then put down with consummate skill。
As the rotors stopped churning overhead； Ogden Salsbury slid open his door and stepped out onto the hotel roof。 For a few seconds he was disoriented。 The cabin of the JetRanger had been air…conditioned。 Out here； the air was like a parching gust from a furnace。 A Frank Sinatra album was playing on a stereo； blasting forth from speakers mounted on six…foot…high poles。 Sunlight reflected from the rippling water in the roof…top pool； and Salsbury was partially blinded in spite of his sunglasses。 Somehow； he had expected the roof to bobble and sway under him as the helicopter had done； and when it did not； he staggered slightly。
The swimming pool and the glass…walled recreation room beside it were adjuncts of the enormous thirtieth…floor presidential suite of the Fortunata Hotel。 This afternoon there were only two people using it： a pair of voluptuous young women in skimpy white string bikinis。 They were sitting on the edge of the pool； near the deep end； dangling their legs in the water。
A squat； powerfully built man in gray slacks and a short…sleeved white silk shirt： was hunkered down beside them； talking to them。 All three had the perfect nonchalance that； Ogden thought； came only with power or money。 They appeared not even to have noticed the arrival of the helicopter。
Salsbury crossed the roof to them。 〃General Klinger？〃
The squat man looked up at him。
The girls didn't seem to know that he existed。 The blonde had begun to lather the brunette with tanning lotion。 Her hands lingered on the other girl's calves and knees； then inched lovingly along her taut brown thighs。 Obviously； they were more than just good friends。
〃My name's Salsbury。〃
Klinger stood up。 He didn't offer to shake hands。 〃I've got one suitcase。 Be with you in a minute。〃 He walked back toward the glass…walled recreation room。
Salsbury stared at the girls。 They had the longest； loveliest legs he had ever seen。 He cleared his throat and said； 〃I'll bet