The Far West
Chapter One (Excerpt)
It is a true thing that the Far West is a strange and dangerous
place. Everybody knows that, which is a little odd. In my
experience, the things everybody knows are just exactly the ones
that are most likely to be mistaken in some important way or
other, if they're not flat-out wrong right from the start.
But folks are mostly right about the Far West. If anything, it's an
even stranger and more dangerous place than everybody says.
That's why whenever someone makes it a little farther west and
comes back alive, they have tales of new wildlife no one's ever
seen or heard tell of. Sometimes they're harmless, like prairie
dogs and chameleon tortoises; sometimes they're useful or
beautiful, like jewel minks. Most of them, though, are like
swarming weasels and saber cats and dire wolves and steam
dragons - deadly dangerous and not anything you'd be advised to
stand around admiring, beautiful or not.
The critters have never stopped people from heading West,
though. By the time I turned twenty, the settlements and
tinytowns stretched a hundred miles west from the Mammoth
River, and dangerous new wildlife was showing up every couple
of years instead of every decade or so. The mirror bugs that ate
every plant over an eighty-mile-wide strip from the middle of the
Red River Valley almost all the way to the Middle Plains Territory
caused the most problems, but the medusa lizards we'd only just
found out about were the ones that scared the bejeezus out of
The medusa lizards turned animals and people to stone - and not
just one at a time, but in bunches. Worse yet, they absorbed
magic, so normal spells were no use against them. We were lucky
there'd only been two of them, and even so we'd lost two horses
while we were trying to shoot them. We almost hadn't managed.
My twin brother Lan and I had been part of the group that killed
the medusa lizard pair, and just having been there was enough
to get every newspaper and broadsheet in Mill City after us. One
reporter cornered me halfway home from my job at the college
menagerie and kept me standing in the hot August sun for ten
minutes while he asked the same questions we'd been answering
for days - "Why were you up at Big Bear Lake?" and "Did your
brother sense the medusa lizards before anyone else?" Then he
had a bunch of personal questions about what it was like to be
the twin of a double-seventh son.
"What's it like not to be a twin?" I said, trying to hide how cross I
was. "I don't have anything to compare it to."
"Er," he said, looking startled. He drew a line on his notepad,
then looked up at me. "It's just something our readers would be
I was about ready to say something when he added, "Because
you'd never know from looking at the two of you that you're
twins, and - "
"If I could grow a pair of muttonchop sideburns and about five
inches in height, we'd look exactly alike," I snapped. That wasn't
strictly true - Lan and I both have brown hair and eyes, but I
have Mama's straight little nose and Papa's narrow chin, while
Lan's nose is flatter and narrower, like Papa's - but we have as
much resemblance as any other brother and sister, and maybe
more than most.
"But Miss Rothmer - "
"Good day, sir." I turned and walked briskly off before I lost my
temper even worse and hit him with the hotfoot spell Lan used on
the school bullies back when we were thirteen. By the time I'd
gone twenty feet, I was regretting it, but it was too late. I just
hoped no one at home heard about it.
Of course, I wasn't that lucky. Everything I said got written up
in the papers. My mother and my sister Allie both scolded me for
being rude and unladylike, and my older brother Robbie spent
three weeks teasing me about growing sideburns. I was just glad
that the reporters hadn't counted up all Papa's children and
figured out that I was an unlucky thirteenth child. It didn't seem
to matter as much to folks in the West as it did back East, but I
still didn't like the idea of people finding out.
Lan hated the notice even more than I did. He was still getting
over the accident back in the spring that killed one of his college
professors out East. It was partly Lan's fault - he'd been messing
around with advanced Hijero-Cathayan magic, and it had gone
out of control and burned him and a lot of students, as well as
killing Professor Warren - and he didn't think he deserved to be
remarked on for helping out with the medusa lizards after doing
something like that. So I wasn't too surprised when he told me
he was going back out West for the rest of the season as a sort of
assistant circuit magician.
I was surprised by Mama's reaction, though I shouldn't have
been. She never liked it when anyone in the family went west of
the Mammoth River, and she was still fussed about Lan having
"No," she said firmly when Lan told her over dinner. "You're not
"Mama, I was well enough to go out with Professor Torgeson two
months ago," Lan said, surprised.
"And look how that turned out!" Mama said.
Lan frowned. "It turned out fine."
"Fine? Chasing off after creatures that turn people to stone?
That's not fine!"
"It would have been worse to wait for them to come to us."
"It would have been better not to go at all!"
"Better for who?" Lan said. "We didn't come to any harm."
"You could have," my sister Allie put in.
"I could have fallen down the stairs and broken a leg, too," Lan
told her. "Or been hit by a runaway horse cart while I was
crossing the street, but I don't see you worrying about that."
Allie scowled at him. "You shouldn't be making Mama fret."
Lan got a curdled look on his face, like he really wanted to say a
whole lot of things that he knew he shouldn't, and was having
trouble keeping them in. I decided I'd best step in before he
exploded. "The Settlement Office wants everyone who faced up to
the medusa lizards at Big Bear Lake to go out and warn other
settlements about them. Lan's one of the people who was there,
so of course they want him."
Mama's eyes narrowed and she gave a skeptical sniff. "They send
out warnings all the time. They don't need eyewitnesses to do it."
"I believe they want to prove that it is possible to kill the
creatures and survive," Papa said mildly. Then he added soberly,
"Without turning to stone, in whole or in part."
I breathed a quiet sigh of relief. I'd figured that Papa knew what
the North Plains Territory Homestead Claim and Settlement Office
intended, because he was one of the magicians the Settlement
Office called on regularly to help out with things like improving
the settlement protection spells. He'd been West himself, too,
when there were emergencies out in settlement territory that the
settlement magicians and regular circuit riders couldn't handle
alone. But I hadn't known until right then that he didn't object to
Lan going West that summer.
"They don't need Lan to prove anything," Mama said. "There was
a whole group of people who went after those lizard things. Some
of the others can go; they don't need to send a boy who hasn't
even finished his schooling yet."
Lan's face darkened, and I knew he was about half a second from
losing his temper, so I said quickly, "Lan and I are twenty,
Mama; that's older than a lot of the folks who file for settlement
allotments. And there were only six of us who went out hunting
the medusa lizards, and Professor Torgeson has to stay here and
study the one we brought back, Mr. Grimsrud has his allotment
at Big Bear Lake to tend to, and Greasy Pierre went back out in
the wildlands right after we got back to the settlement. I don't
think anyone could find him even if they wanted to. That leaves
Lan and Wash and me."
"Wash can't cover all the settlements by himself in two months,"
Lan said, and I could see he was trying hard to sound reasonable.
"It's . . . it's my responsibility to help, Mama. And it's not as if
they can ask Eff to go."
Mama pressed her lips together for a second. Then she opened
her mouth and took a deep breath. Before she could say
whatever she was going to, I said cheerfully, "But they did ask
Everyone sat there looking stunned, even Papa. "Mr. Parsons
came around to the menagerie late this afternoon," I went on.
"Eff, you can't possibly be thinking of going!" Allie said in a
I shrugged. "Mr. Parsons said they've sent Wash out to take care
of the far edge of settlement territory, but they want someone to
go to settlements closer in, too. It didn't sound like it would be
too bad." All of which was quite true; I just didn't say that I'd
already told Mr. Parsons that I'd be staying in Mill City to help
Professor Torgeson and Professor Jeffries. I figured that by the
time everyone finished up yelling at me and making me stay
home, Lan wouldn't have as much trouble getting Mama to let
him do what he wanted.
Just as I'd hoped, Mama and Allie were even more fussed about
me going out West again than they were about Lan, but it was a
lot easier for me to keep my temper because I didn't really want
to go this time. Riding around to different settlements wasn't as
interesting as studying the dead medusa lizard we'd brought
back, and I'd only ever have just one chance to help study the
very first medusa lizard anyone had ever seen.