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looked absolutely free unthinking and utterly irresponsible.
"Fine," I agreed. "Not the first time, anyway."
Now Jacob sighed.
"Are we going to try out the bikes or not?" he demanded.
"Okay, okay," I said, tearing my eyes away from the last person waiting on the cliff. I put my seat belt
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 hisdisciples ran him off our land. They're all aboutour land , andtribe 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
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don't know. Like tough guys. I was hanging out at the store with Embry and Quil once, last semester, and
Sam came by withhis 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.
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