The rest of the day went by in a whirl for Stella. She had to sit back and watch

everything from the sidelines, but the Morgans and Bond acted like what came next

was something they did all the time.

Mister Morgan asked them to stay in the van while he went to get the park rangers.

Then he returned with men in uniform and they went up the trail. About an hour later,

the adult Morgans and rangers escorted a group of men in torn clothes and battered

faces from the trail.

Ruff rested his body on Stella the whole time so she had to struggle to watch what

was going on from inside the van. The beating of a tail on the seat didn’t help.

As soon as all of the goons were taken away, Mister Morgan got the fish bucket and

had them go back to their camp. They had to cook the fish for dinner.

The next part was the preparation and cooking of the fish. Stella was glad to sit that

out as the Morgans did all the work. The strips of fish were speared and set over the

fire to cook.

A pot was produced and noodles were dropped in. Mister Morgan used water from

a bottle for cooking. He frowned when the water didn’t boil over the open fire. He

asked a small animal to heat the pot to the right temperature to boil the noodles. The

salamander agreed, and soon they had fish and noodles ready to go.

Mrs. Morgan cut up vegetables and put them in the pot with the noodles and let them

simmer for a bit. Then she served all of it out on paper plates. Plastic forks were given

to Bond and Stella. The Morgans had chop sticks.

The meal went fast. Stella noted that no one talked about what had happened in the

woods, or the men being hauled away by the rangers.

She also noted that being a furry puppet didn’t stop Ruff from trying to sample some

of the food from her plate. She finally pushed some off on the ground so he would be

stalled in his efforts to take the whole plate from her.

That worked for the six seconds it took for him to clean the ground with his tongue.

Then he was back for more with his puppy dog eyes.

“Down, Ruff,” said Mister Morgan. “Let the girl eat. We have some dog food for

you.”

The rest of the dinner went a bit faster with Stella being able to eat without a pest at

her elbow. When she was done, she put the small amount left down for Ruff to eat.

He devoured it with gusto.

“All right, kids,” said Mister Morgan. He put his own plate down on top of Stella’s.

It was empty to Ruff’s annoyance. “We have to head home tomorrow. Stella is going

to have to catch her flight home in the afternoon. Let me feed Ruff, and then you can

tell me a story better than the one I told you yesterday. Then it will be time to hit the

sack.”

“It’s pretty early, Dad,” said Mark. “Can’t we stay up longer?”

“I don’t know,” said Mister Morgan. “Do you think you have earned the right to stay

up longer?”

“Yes,” said Melinda. “We didn’t do anything bad the whole day.”

“And we kept out of the way when you wanted us to,” said Mark. “Plus Bond solved

his mystery in his book.”

“If you guys want to take Ruff for a walk and play,” said Mister Morgan. “I guess that

will be fine. Don’t wander off that far. When you get back, you can tell your scary

story.”

“Then it will be bed time?,” asked Mark. Stella could see he was already trying to

find ways to stretch out his awake time.

“Sure,” said Mister Morgan. “I want a good scary story.”

“I’ll see what I can do about that,” said Mark. He jumped up. “Come on, guys. We

can hide and seek.”

He rushed off into the dark, calling not it behind him. Melinda and Bond rushed off

after him. Ruff looked up from his dog food and then continued to eat. He could hunt

the kids down at his leisure.

Stella remained where she had sat through dinner.

“Something wrong, Stella?,” asked Mister Morgan. He put another log on the fire. He

sat down against his log.

“The thing that happened today,” said Stella. “That was because of me, wasn’t it?”

“What do you mean?,” asked Mister Morgan.

“Those men wouldn’t have come up here if I hadn’t been here,” said Stella. “So I

caused that mess.”

“Do you think so?,” asked Mister Morgan.

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“Yes,” said Stella. “They come up here because they were looking for me to find my

dad.”

“That’s a good chain of causality,” said Mister Morgan. “Take yourself out of the

chain. If you weren’t around, what would they have done to find your dad?”

“I don’t know,” said Stella.

“You were the easiest fix for their problem,” said Mister Morgan. “If you hadn’t been

around, someone else would have been used to put pressure on your dad. The thing

is you can’t make people do what you want. You can trick them, you can make them

think the thing they are doing for you is what they wanted to do in the first place, you

can pay them to do what you want, you can coerce them. There’s always going to be

people who only do what they want and nothing you do is going to change that no

matter what you do.”

“If I hadn’t been here, they would have threatened someone else?,” said Stella.

“I guarantee it,” said Mister Morgan. “People who threaten other people’s loved ones

will find something else to threaten if there aren’t any loved ones at hand. Something

else deemed as valuable would be used. I’ve seen it a few times since I have been

doing this heroing stuff. Most people who do that are bullies on the inside.”

“Is that why you started being a hero?,” asked Stella.

“No,” said Mister Morgan. “I was a kid, and I was adopted. Being a Scout was

adventuring with your family. It was about doing things to help people when no one

else could. When the Scouts were killed, I lost my family. I had to make do on my

own for a while. Then I adopted others as my family, and then I had a natural family

to go with the one I helped forge. Protecting the planet like we do is the same to me

as protecting my family.”

A lion drifted across Stella’s mind. She understood what he meant.

“And he’s the finest example of the saving the planet hero I know,” said a voice out

of the darkness.

“Dad!,” shouted Stella. She jumped to her feet with a grin on her face.

Pete Marston stepped out of the darkness as if appearing out of thin air. He wore a

smile on his thin face. Keen eyes took in the camp as he caught Stella on the run.

“Hey, Petey,” said Mister Morgan. He waved a hand. “Eavesdropping is bad for you.”

“It’s how I make my living, Marty,” said Marston. “I heard you had some excitement

up here.”

“Nothing the wife couldn’t handle,” said Mister Morgan. He looked around. “She

must be watching the kids to make sure they’re not scaring the bears. I didn’t expect

to see you until tomorrow.”

“When the Goreman Mob left town, I came up after them,” said Marston. “I heard

what happened on the radio. You made the news with your capture of them.”

“So much for my weekend off,” said Mister Morgan. “It’s a good thing we’re leaving

in the morning. Reporters will be all over the park looking for us.”

“Thanks for looking after Stella for me, Marty,” said Marston. “I didn’t think the mob

would go for her, but I wanted her to be safe in case I was wrong.”

“The next weekend I get off, you can look after my terrors for me,” said Mister

Morgan. “Look out for Lin. She’s a biter.”

Marston laughed.

“Could I say goodbye?,” said Stella. “I don’t think it would be good if I just left

without a word.”

“Go ahead,” said Marston. “I’ll be waiting for you to come back.”

Stella walked down the trail. She saw the thoughts of the children, but not the placid

lake she associated with Mrs. Morgan. She wondered where the woman had gone.

Maybe she was back at the campsite doing something to get ready for their leaving.

“Hey, guys,” Stella called out. “My dad came to pick me up and I have to go.”

“What?,” called Melinda. She appeared out of the darkness. “Your dad’s here? I

thought he was meeting us at the airport.”

The boys joined them. Mark frowned at the thought that Mister Marston had arrived

at the camp and Ruff did nothing. Shouldn’t he have signaled danger, or new guest,

or something?

“So you’re going home now?,” said Bond. “That’s too bad. Mark and I have been

trying to come up with a scary story to tell.”

“It was great hanging out,” said Stella. “Mister Morgan already asked my dad to look

after you guys the next time the weekend is free. I think Dad said you can come visit

us.”

“All right,” said Mark. “We’ll be in the city. Maybe we can chase some bad guys or

something.”

“I don’t think Dad is going to do let us do that,” said Stella. She smiled.

“Wait,” said Bond. “You live in San Francisco?”

“No,” said Stella. “I live in Los Angeles. San Francisco is a train ride away.”

“I was thinking if you lived in the Bay area we could hang out,” said Bond.

“I think all of you should come down and see the neighborhood with me,” said Stella.

“It might even build character.”

She smiled at the faces the siblings gave her for that.

“I have to go,” said Stella. “I just wanted to say goodbye so you wouldn’t think I just

left because I didn’t have some fun this weekend.”

“It’s all right,” said Mark. He put out a hand. She shook it. “Scouts for life.”

Bond did the same, then Melinda. The younger girl looked like she was going to cry.

Ruff held out a paw to be shook with a grin and floppy ears hanging. He wagged his

tail at the paw shake.

“Let’s go back to camp,” said Mark. “It’s too bad you’re going to miss the scary story

we’re going to tell.”

“I know,” said Stella. “Come up with an even scarier one for your visit.”

“I can do that,” said Mark.

The four of them traced their way back to camp with Ruff bringing up the rear. They

found the dads talking around the fire. Stella didn’t see Mrs. Morgan anywhere. She

knew that her ability might be clouded by the other’s control of her thoughts.

“Kids,” said Mister Morgan. “Say hello to Petey. You already know my kids, Petey.

The other boy is Bond. He’s Corona’s and Ren’s.”

“Hello, kids,” said Marston with a smile. “Thank you for looking after Stella for me.”

“No problem,” said Mark.

“She’s cool,” said Melinda.

“Pleasure was ours,” said Bond.

Mrs. Morgan appeared out of the darkness. The kids jumped back a little. Ruff

wagged his tail. He snuffled in the direction of the box she was holding under one of

her arms. She gestured for the kids to come closer.

“I totally forgot about that,” said Mister Morgan. He got to his feet. He walked over

and opened the box. He smiled. “Look what we have here. Who would like a piece

of cake? We were going to save it for tomorrow, but since Stella is going home now,

I don’t see why we can’t divvy it up now.”

He handed out slices for the kids before taking one for himself. Mrs. Morgan sliced

the last piece in half and gave one half to Marston while taking the other half. She

threw the box in the fire to let it burn.

“We should have got a bigger cake,” said Mister Morgan.