cabin, I was a good two fingers taller, and Iâm only five-eleven. Carla was searching through the junked cars by the creek, where we saw a couple cats go running. Harry unlocked the padlock on his door and we went in. He just has a hole in the wall and a hole in his door and a chain to go through them. I sat on the floor and leaned against the stove and studied the guns and fish poles in the gun rack, as I always do. Harry took a Medihaler out of his shirt pocket and gave himself a couple good blasts down the throat. He breathed deep through his mouth and smiled.
âThey give me those down ât the Vets,â he said. âI can fish, hunt, hike these goddman mountainsâanything I want. I just carry a couple of these along. I might even feel like doinâ some rasslinâ,â he said, and laughed until the crap in his lungs crackled and snapped like a wood fire. He moved his hands like he was milking a cow and rose about two inches off the bed, as though he were going to come for me.
âGo find yourself some Indian woman to wrestle with,â I said. âYouâd just hurt me, and this is my year to be a hero.â
âA hero . . . !â He laughed and coughed up a few cubic centimeters of trench warfare and spit it in his spit can alongside the bed. Itâs a good thing he got his emphysema in the war and not just from his homeland air. This way heâs got the Veteransâ Hospital anytime he needs it and heâs got his pension. The State of Washington lets him hunt and fish for free now that heâs over seventy-five, and Dad finds him a cheap old jeep or a pickup when the one heâs got goes too bad for any of us to fix.
âHow âbout it?â I asked. âCominâ down to the falls with us?â
âNaw,â Harry said. âIâm gonna run up to Davis Lake anâ fish.â
âWe could see the old homestead.â
âThat place is just a dirty old ditch to me,â Harry said. âGoinâ fishinâ.â
Just then Carla came in holding a dusty yellow cat and sat in the chair.
âGonna have some fleas in all them red curls,â Grandpa Harry said.
âThatâs okay,â Carla replied, scratching the catâs head and sending it into ecstasy. âCouldnât be more than I get sitting next to him.â And she pointed at me.
Harry loved that. He laughed and spit again, but just tobacco this time. Carla didnât bat an eyelash. Harry told her she oughta know better than pet deer like they was dogs and cats, and Carla said sheâd remember.
We sat for a few minutes talking about which creeks were fished out and who had been snakebit and how sparse the deer would be come fall. We refused several coffee offers and finally I said weâd better get moving so we could see the falls and take Aunt Lola to Colville to do her grocery shopping. I asked Grandpa Harry if he needed anything. I donât know what I could do for him, but Dad always asks, so I do, too.
âShit,â he said, getting up and walking us out the door. âI donât need nothinâ. Got these inhalers and Iâll probâly be dead before I know it and then I wonât even need them no more.â
Carla set the cat down by the porch and we walked across the little bit of grass to the truck. I ground the gears and Harry laughed and pointed and said something I couldnât hear. We waved and I honked and Grandpa Harry waved his hand back at us. The cat rubbed his boot top and he gave it a gentle shove off the porch. Then he laughed some more andtouched two fingers to the brim of his straw fishing hat and stuck out his arm and waved again before he went to work chaining his door.
âWhat will he do?â Carla asked as we turned onto the highway.
âHeâll drive up to Davis Lake and fish and shoot snakes,â I said. And I honked a few final times and looked up the bank to see if he was
Janwillem van de Wetering