So, the first wasn't my strongest choice and the second wasn't my fastest. Deciding on the nunchakus, I pulled them free from my pants and held both ends in my right hand. If a son surprised me, I could quickly drop one end and attack.
With my fingers wrapped around the weapon, it was hard to relax my body or my brain. I kept moving, every inch of me on alert.
It was just as well. Maybe nine yards further along I heard voices, murmurs. I had left all the Amazons back at camp.
My arm tensed as I moved closer.
There was a flash of blue and yellow, and bodies jumped out at me from nowhere. I spun, raising my arm automatically over my head and my fingers letting go of one end of the nunchakus. My back complained; I twisted my face in response.
"Oh dear. We surprised her."
"Did you see him? Did you?"
An elderly woman with a pair of binoculars pressed to her eyes searched the sky above my head. "They are so rare. Emily, do you have the camera?
"Karen, how about the recording? Did you get him?"
I staggered backward, my gaze dashing over the group. There were six of them, all dressed in T-shirts, khaki shorts, and a variety of head gear. The one with the binoculars shoved her hand flat against my chest and pushed me back a step.
"Damn. He's gone." She lowered the binoculars and glared at me. "Without the picture, we can't prove anything." Her hair was steel gray and she was carrying an extra forty pounds around the middle, and it didn't seem to occur to her or bother her that I not only towered over her, I was holding an actual weapon.
The free end of the nunchakus rapped against my knuckles, and a muscle tightened in my jaw. "Who are you?" I asked, my arm still raised.
She glanced at my upraised arm and poked me in the chest. "Don't be threatening me. We have every right to be here. Who are you?"
As she poked me, I realized she looked familiar. . the woman I'd passed yesterday pulling out of the drive shared by the son and the camping trailer's owner.
Her four companions closed ranks. They weren't all as old as she was, or as heavy, but not a one was over five foot seven in height. And even though the expressions they laid on me were deadly, I knew they couldn't be.
I lowered my arm. "You are lost."
One in pink, wearing a pith helmet, shook her head. "Can't be. The GPS says we are right where we planned to be." She held out a small black box.
The numbers on the screen meant nothing to me.
She pointed at them. "Here, see? Longitude and latitude exactly. Right here." She stamped her white-tennis-shoe-clad foot.
I reestablished my grip on the nunchakus. "Where you are is on private property. You need to leave."
"Karen, you idiot. She's right. That should be a three, not a five." Binocular Lady punched Ms. Pink T-shirt in the arm. "We want to be over there." She pointed to their right, toward the obelisk. They started to move.
I stepped in front of them. "No. You need to leave."
Binocular Lady stepped up again. "Listen, the International Friends of the Birds gave us the coordinates for this location. And they were right. We spotted one." She nodded her head as if that declaration said everything.
I pressed my lips together. "One what?"
They exchanged knowing glances. "We'll be gone soon." Binocular Lady tried to shove past me again.
I growled. I wasn't used to dealing with humans, at least not humans who were as completely unintimidated by me as these women. I wasn't quite sure what to do. If they had been other Amazons or sons, it would have been easy; I would have used the nunchakus that my hands itched to set free.
But six unarmed women dressed in shorts and pastel shirts with kittens and puppies on them? How exactly should I go about defending our property from them?
I copied her move; I placed my hand on her shoulder. I was tempted to put it on her forehead, but I resisted.
"You need to leave." I put as much force into the words as I could muster, and annoyed as I was, that was quite a bit.
She rolled her eyes to the side, staring at my hand, then looked back at my face. "Maybe we did get off track, but there's no harm in us just checking the location. We'll be gone as soon as we do, right, ladies? The owl. . he can't have gone far." Her eyebrows disappearing beneath gray bangs, she glanced at her crew. They nodded. As one unit, they closed in again until they formed a tight half circle in front of me. Then they turned their stares on me.
I looked back, from one to the other. None of them said a thing; they just stood there staring.
I leaned to one side, half expecting them to lean too.
Instead, Binocular Lady placed her hand on my arm and said, her voice deep, "We'll only be a minute."
I tapped my nunchakus against my thigh. "No." Then completely out of patience, I grabbed her by the upper arm and quickstepped her toward the shortest route off our property.
"What? You should have-" She snapped her lips together.
I didn't ask her what I should have. I didn't care. My fingers still wrapped around her fleshy bicep, I looked over my shoulder at Karen. "Which way to your car?"
Eyes round, Karen pointed to the right. Within ten minutes we were at our property line. I jerked up the barbed-wire fence separating our acreage from the farmer next door's field and motioned for them to belly crawl out of there. One by one they complied until only Binocular Lady was left.
I leaned down and hissed in her ear. "Owl or no owl, this is private property. Keep off of it." Then I shoved her to the ground and waited as her friends on the other side helped tug her under. Before her feet cleared the wire, I dropped my hold on the fencing. The taut wire sung in response.
Without another word, I turned and stalked back to the path. We had never had much of a problem with trespassers. . now two sons and a group of bird-watchers in less than two days.
I preferred the sons.
After leaving our visitors behind, I gave up my stroll.
I was almost to the house when something hit me from behind. I struck the ground hands first. The nunchakus dug into my palm, and my back screamed. I grunted and sprang back to my feet.
When I turned, the wolverine son, in his human form and fully dressed in a gray T-shirt and camouflage pants, was waiting.
"You destroyed my house," he muttered.
"You mean that eyesore of a hovel? Was that yours? Who knew?" I kept the nunchakus hidden for now, held up behind my forearm.
He stepped to the left; I did the same.
He didn't appear to be armed, but his pants were baggy with numerous pockets. There was no telling what he had hidden inside them.
"Where's the baby?" I asked.
He shook his head. "I really underestimated you, or maybe overestimated. I can't believe you are part of this. I really didn't think you were such a sheep."