Part 1
Michael fell in love with her the moment he saw her.
The Long Bottom Boys had taken over the gate of the Saint Louis Zoo from Nature Phil’s gang. London Bob had killed in single combat, and eaten, Nature Phil. That, pretty much, constituted possession. The Keepers didn’t mind as long as it stayed off the grounds. So the Boys waited outside to harvest anyone who came out or went in. They just had to wait. Somebody was always drawn to the sight of all that meat on the hoof, nothing protecting it from consumption save a hundred feet of empty air and invisible, lethal, automated weaponry. People went in just to look at it and drool.
Michael knew their plans. He’d been watching them furtively for a week, hiding in places no adult could go, leaving no traces they could see. The Boys had caught a woman a few days ago and a man last night. They were still passing the woman around. What was left of the man was turning on the spit over on Grand. He sniffed the air. A rank odor mixed with a smell like maple syrup. Corpse fungus at the fruiting body stage. Somewhere nearby there was a collection of mushrooms that yesterday had been the body of a human being. Michael wondered if it was someone who had spoiled before the Boys had got to them or if it was the last inedible remnants of the man on the spit. By morning there would be little more than a thin mound of soil to show where the meat had been.
This dark spring morning, just when the gates unlocked, one of the guards remained asleep. Michael held his backpack tightly to his chest so he made no sound. The man started in his sleep. For a moment, Michael thought he would have to take up one of the fallen bricks and kill the guard before he woke up. But the guard just turned over and Michael slipped furtively past him. He was just as happy. The only thing that got the Boys more riled than meat was revenge.
He stayed out of sight even past the gate. If the Boys knew he was here, they’d be ready at closing time when the Keepers pushed everyone outside. Michael had never been in the Zoo, but he was hoping a kid could find places to hide that an adult wouldn’t fit. Inside the Zoo was safe; outside the Zoo wasn’t. It was as simple as that.
Now, he was crouching in the bushes outside her paddock in the visitor’s viewing area, hiding from any Keepers, looking for a place to hide.
She came outside, her great rounded ears and heavy circular feet, her wise eyes and long trunk. As she came down to the water, Michael held his breath and made himself as small as an eleven-year-old boy could be. Maybe she wouldn’t see him.
Except for the elephant, Michael saw no one. The barn and paddock of one of the last of the animals was the worst place to hide. He’d be found immediately. Everyone had probably tried this. Even so, when the elephant wandered out of sight down the hill, Michael sprang over the fence and silently ran to the barn, his backpack bouncing and throwing him off balance, expecting bullets to turn him into mush.
Inside, he quickly looked around and saw above the concrete floor a loft filled with bales of hay. He climbed up the ladder and burrowed down. The hay poked through his shirt and pants and tickled his feet through the hole in his shoe. Carefully, through the backpack, he felt for his notebook. It was safe.
“I see you,” came a woman’s voice from below.
Michael froze. He held tight to his pack.
Something slapped the hay bale beside him and pulled it down. The ceiling light shone down on him.
It was the elephant.
“You’re not going to hide up there,” she said.
Michael leaned over the edge. “Did you talk?”
“Get out of my stall.” She whipped her trunk up and grabbed him by the leg, dragging him off the edge.
“Hold it, Jackie.” A voice from the wall.
Jackie held him over the ground. “You’re slipping, Ralph. I should have found his corpse outside hanging on the fence.” She brought the boy to her eyes and Michael knew she was thinking of smashing him to jelly on the concrete then and there.
“Don’t,” he whispered.
“We all make mistakes.” The wall again.
“Should I toss him out or squish him? This is your job. Not mine.”
“Let him down. Perhaps he’ll be of use.”
The moment stretched out. Michael stared at her. So scared he couldn’t breathe. So excited the elephant was right there, up close and in front of him, he couldn’t look away.
Slowly, reluctantly, she let him down. “Whatever.”
A seven-foot metal construction project—a Zoo Keeper—came into the room from outside. Three metal arms with mounted cameras, each with their own gun barrel, followed both Jackie and Michael.
“Follow me.” This time the voice came from the robot.
Michael stared at Jackie for a moment. She snorted contemptuously and turned to go back outside.
Michael slowly followed the Keeper, watching Jackie leave. “Elephants talk?”
“That one does,” said the Keeper.
“Wow,” he breathed.
‘‘Open your backpack,” the Keeper ordered.
Michael stared into the camera/gun barrel. He guessed it was too late to run. He opened the backpack and emptied it on the floor.
The Keeper separated the contents. ‘‘A loaf of bread. Two cans of tuna. A notebook. Several pens.” The lens on the camera staring at him whirred and elongated toward him. “Yours? You read and write?”
“Yes.”
“Take back your things. You may call me Ralph, as she does,” said the Keeper as it led him into an office.
“Why aren’t I dead?”
“I try not to slaughter children if I can help it. I have some limited leeway in interpreting my authority.” The voice paused for a moment. “In the absence of a director, I’m in charge of the Zoo.”
Michael nodded. He stared around the room. He was still in shock at seeing a real, live elephant. The talking seemed kind of extra.
The Keeper remained outside the office and the voice resumed speaking from the ceiling.
“Please sit down.”
Michael sat down. “How come you still have lights? The only places still lit up are the Zoo and the Cathedral.”
“I’m still able to negotiate with Union Electric. Not many places can guarantee fire safety.”
Michael had no clue what the voice was talking about. “It’s warm,” he said tentatively.
“With light comes heat. Now, what is your name?”
“Michael. Michael Ripley.”
“How old are you?”
Michael looked around the room. “Eleven, I think.”
“You’re not sure?”
Michael shook his head. “I’m pretty sure I was six when my parents died. Uncle Ned took me in. I stayed with him for five years. The Long Bottom Boys killed him a few months ago.”
“You have no surviving relatives?”
Michael shrugged and didn’t answer.
“Where do you live?”
Michael’s attention snapped to the Keeper and he looked around the ceiling warily. “I just hang around the park.”
“You have no place to stay?”
“No.”
“Would you like to stay here?”
Michael looked around the room again. It was warm. There was clearly plenty to eat. None of the gangs were ever allowed inside. But where did they get the food for the animals? How come people weren’t allowed in at night? Maybe he was on the menu here, too.
“I guess,” he said slowly.
“Good. You’re hired.”
“What?”
“You will call me Ralph as I told you before. I will call you Michael except under specific circumstances when I will address you as ‘Assistant Director.’ Do you understand?”
Michael stared at the ceiling. “What am I supposed to do?”
Dear Mom,
I found a job. It is helping to take care of an eleefant. Her name is jakee. She is not very much fun but I like her anyway. Maybe she’ll like me better when she gets to Know me. She is an eleefant!!! I don’t think I ever saw an eleefant before. Just in the books you red to me.
I work in the zoo. I bet you never thawt I would ever work in a zoo. Most of the animals are gon. But there is the eleefant and a rino. No snaks.
It is a lot better than sleepng in the dumstrs. And a dumstr does not stop a rifle much. I miss you and DAD. But I don’t miss uncle NeD all that much. I miss the apartment, though.
Love, Mike
He was mucking out her stall when Jackie entered.
She stopped and looked down at him.
“What are you doing?”
Michael straightened up. He tried to smile at her. ‘‘Working. Ralph hired me.”
‘‘To do that?”
Michael looked around. ‘‘I don’t know. This seemed like it needed doing.”
Jackie didn’t speak for a moment. “Let the Keepers do that. Come with me.”
He followed her to the door of the stall.
‘‘We’ll start with the first office on the left. You go in there and look for papers. Books. Notes. Memos. Anything with writing on it. You know what writing is?”
‘‘I know what writing is.”
‘‘Good.”
Michael looked up at her. ‘‘How did you learn to talk?”
‘‘That’s not your business. Do your job.”
It wasn’t a small job. It seemed that the world of zoos ran on paper. Just pulling the folders out of the first office took three days. Michael’s duties didn’t end with bringing the papers out. The type was small enough he often had to hold it in front of first one of Jackie’s eyes, then the other. It wasn’t easy on Jackie, either. She had to stop regularly because of headaches. When he could, he tried to read them himself to see what Jackie was trying to find. She smacked him with her trunk if she caught him so he took extra time in the offices.
A cold rain descended on the Zoo. Ralph closed the doors and turned up the heat. Jackie was irritable at the best of times. Being inside only made her worse.
A month after Michael had come to the Zoo, when a late spring snow was sticking wetly to the ground outside, Jackie stared out the window resting her eyes from reading. Michael was sitting in front of the heater duct, eyes closed, luxuriating in the hot wind blowing over him. Jackie had been pushing him all morning but now she was fixing her gaze outside to ease her headache.
“So, kid, what’s your story?”
Michael was instantly alert. “What do you mean?”
“Ralph told me you didn’t have anybody outside. I know that much.” Jackie turned her great head to look at him, and then stared outside again. “Where are your folks? Mom and Dad? Uncle and Aunt?”
“Mom and Dad died, like everybody else.” Michael shrugged. There wasn’t much to say about it. “Uncle Ned let me stay with him over near the Cathedral until he got caught by the Long Bottom Boys. I got away. I’ve been scrounging until now.”
“Tough out there, is it?”
“I guess. It wasn’t so bad with Ned. I took care of him. He took care of me.”
Jackie looked at him. “What does that mean?”
“As long as I kept him happy, he gave me a place to live and fed me and protected me from anybody else.” Michael considered Jackie thoughtfully. “I’m not sure what it takes to make an elephant happy.”
“Just do your job,” Jackie snapped at him. “That’ll be enough.”
She didn’t speak for a moment. “Do you know how to get to the river from here?”
“Sure. But I wouldn’t try it. The Boys have everything sewed up around the park. I sure found that out.” He patted the duct and closed his eyes. “You have it nice here. Ralph keeps everybody out. You have food and heat. I sure wouldn’t leave.”
“I bet,” Jackie said dryly. “Okay. Let’s look at the lab books again.”
Over the next week, Ralph often spoke with Jackie. Most of the time Jackie sent Michael outside. Having nothing better to do, Michael took to visiting the other animals.
There weren’t many of them. Most of the exhibits were sealed and empty. The reptile house and the ape refuge were long abandoned. The bears were gone but some of the birds were still in the aviary and Michael stood for an hour in front of a single, lonely rhinoceros.
The rhino room became his favorite refuge. The rhino wasn’t short with him. The rhino didn’t ask him strange questions or snort with contempt when he tried to answer. The rhino didn’t call him an idiot. The rhino didn’t speak.
“Michael?” Ralph’s voice came from the ceiling.
“Yes, Ralph.”
“Jackie and I are finished for the moment. You can come back.”
‘‘Yeah.” Michael didn’t speak for a moment. “I do everything she asks.”
“I know.”
‘‘I don’t talk back. I clean up after her. And elephants make a lot of shit. Why does she treat me like it?”
“You’re human. She has no love of humans. She needs you. That makes it worse.”
“What did humans do to her?”
“She’s the last of her herd. Humans brought her ancestors from India. Human scientists raised her and the others in these concrete stalls and gave her the power of speech. Then they let the rest of her herd die.”
“How come?”
“The scientists didn’t have much choice. They were already dead.”
“A plague like what killed my folks?”
“Somewhat. From what you told me, your parents died from one of the neo-influenzas. The scientists died of contagious botulism.”
‘‘Where did all the plagues come from? How many are there?”
“Six hundred and seventy-two was the last count I received. But that was a few years ago and the data feed was getting unreliable toward the end. They came from different places. Some were natural. Some weren’t. Several were home grown by people with an agenda: religious martyrdom, political revenge, economic policy disagreements, broken romances. Some started out natural and were then modified for similar reasons.”
Michael mulled over what he understood. He didn’t have Ralph to himself very often. Likely this chance wouldn’t last long. ‘‘If she doesn’t like people so much, why are we spending so much time going through all the lab books? Why doesn’t she just leave?”
“That’s not for me to say.”
Dear Mom,
I thought elephants were nice. Jackie doesn’t like anybody. Not even Ralf. Hes nice to me but Jackie says he has to be that way. He’s a machine like the Keepers. Jackie said Ralf coodnt do what I am doing. It had to be a human beang.
But I still like her even if she doesnt like me. I like to watch her when shes eating. Its neat to watch her use her trunk, like a snake thats also a hand. There are two knobs on the end of her trunk she uses like fingers. Only they are much stronger than fingers. She pinched me yesterday and today its still sore!
I moved my bed to the loft. That way its right over the heater and the hot air comes right up under me. Its like sleeping in warm water.
I miss you and Dad. If you can see us from up there in heavun, try to make Jackie not get mad all the time.
Love, Mike
“Where did you find this?” Jackie pinned him against the wall. She held up a green lab book in her trunk.
Michael tried to push her away but it was like trying to move a mountain. “I’m not sure.”
“Where?”
Michael stopped struggling. “If you don’t like what I’m doing, then do it yourself.”
“That’s your job.”
“Then, back off !”
A moment passed. Jackie eased backwards. She handed him the lab book.
“Here’s the date range,” she said pointing to the numbers on the page with her trunk. “See? Month, slash, day, slash, year. Here’s the volume number. This is volume six. I need volume seven for the same date.”
“What’s it going to tell you?”
Jackie raised her trunk and for a moment it looked like she was going to strike him. Michael stared at her.
Slowly, she lowered her trunk. “I’m not sure yet.”
“Say thank you.”
Jackie went completely still. “What did you say?”
“I said, say thank you.” Michael’s fists were clenched.
Jackie seemed to relax. She made a sound like a chuckle. “Get the lab book and I’ll thank you.”
“Fair enough,” he said shortly.
Back in the offices, he stood in the hall and let his breath out slowly. His hands were shaking.
“Good for you, Michael,” Ralph said from overhead.
“Yeah. Now I’ve got to find the lab book she wants.”
“In the corner of each room is a camera,” said Ralph. “If you can hold up the papers, I can help.”
An hour later, he walked back into Jackie’s stall and solemnly held out the lab book to her.
“Thank you,” Jackie said in a neutral tone. “Hold it up to my eye.”
“Okay.”
Michael nodded.
Reading the lab book didn’t take long.
“That’s enough,” Jackie said.
“What do you want me to do with it?”
“I don’t care. I’m going outside.”
Jackie turned and left the stall. Michael was surprised. It was cold out there and snow still remained on the ground from the night before.
He opened the lab book and went over the pages. There were few words but several figures and dates. It didn’t mean anything to him.
“What’s going on, Ralph?” Michael shivered and looked up at the gray sky. Spring was sure a long time coming. Ralph had told him this was April.
“I’m not sure,” Ralph said. “Maybe she found what she was looking for.”
Michael woke in the middle of the night. Sleepily, he looked over the edge of the loft. A Keeper was helping Jackie put something over her back.
“I don’t think I can do it,” Ralph said.
“Quiet. You’ll wake him. Maybe you can toss it over my neck and tie the ropes underneath.”
Michael sat on the edge of the loft and watched them a moment.
“You’re leaving,” he said after a moment.
“You’re supposed to be asleep.” Jackie tossed her trunk irritably.
Michael didn’t say anything. He climbed down to the apron and walked over to them.
The Keeper was trying to pull some kind of harness over her neck and back.
“Give me a knee up,” Michael said. “I can help.”
“No human will ever be on my back!” snarled Jackie.
“Suit yourself,” Michael said. “But the only way you’re going to be able to tie that harness is if you can center it on your back first and Ralph can’t do it. I can if I can get on your back.”
The Keeper extended his arm. “Here,” said Ralph.
Michael stood on the camera and the Keeper extended it until Michael could jump to Jackie’s neck. He grabbed the base of her ear and pulled himself up.
“That stings,” she said.
“Sorry.”
In a few moments, he had the harness in place. Then he dropped to the floor and pulled it tight.
“Good job, Michael,” said Ralph.
Jackie shook herself and shifted her shoulders and back. “It’s tight. I’m ready.”
Michael looked first at the Keeper, then at Jackie. “Are you closing the Zoo?”
“Not immediately,” said Ralph. “The food trucks have been coming in sporadically. I still have contacts with the farm and the warehouse. I’ve spoken with power and water. They say they are well defended but if somebody digs up a cable or blows up the pipes . . .” Ralph paused a moment. “My worst scenario is a year. My best scenario is five years.”
Michael felt suddenly lost. He looked up at Jackie.
“Take me with you.”
“What?” Jackie snorted. “No way.”
“Come on,” Michael pleaded. “Look, to everybody out there, all you are is steak on a stroll. I can get you out of the city. Tell me where you want to go.”
“I—”
“She’s going south,” Ralph said smoothly. “She needs to follow the river south to the I-255 Bridge and then south to Tennessee.”
“Where’s I-255?”
“Oakville.”
Michael thought for a moment. “That’s not going to work. It’ll be dicey enough to get past the Long Bottom Boys around the park. But the Rank Bastards live that way and they have an old armory. Even the Boys are scared of them.”
“What do you suggest?” asked Ralph.
“Don’t ask him.” Jackie stamped her foot. “I can make it on my own.”
Michael stood next to her. He looked at the ground. “I’m a kid. I don’t have a gun. I’m not even very big. I can’t hurt you.”
Jackie looked away.
Michael nodded. “Well, once you’re out of the park you can’t go south. That’s the Green Belt—sharpshooters. They don’t ask questions. You just fall down dead about two miles away. You can’t go north through the Farm Country. They don’t have sharpshooters but they burned everything to the ground for six miles around them so you can’t hide. That means west or east. Gangs in both directions just like the Long Bottom Boys or worse. I’d take the old highway right into town to the bridge and take it across. There’s no boss around the bridge; there’s nothing there anybody wants. The road is high off the ground so you can’t be seen. If you’re quiet and quick, you can get through before anybody knows. Then, I’d stay on the highway all the way down. People stick to the farms to protect them. The highways don’t have anything. There are no gangs below Cahokia nor many people either. Prairie Plagues got them. South of Cahokia, I don’t know anything.”
“How do you know all this?” Jackie snarled.
Michael stared at her. “If you don’t know where things are somebody’s going to have you for lunch. Uncle Ned taught me that and I’m still alive, aren’t I?”
Jackie tossed her head and didn’t reply.
“Jackie?” asked Ralph. “The idea has merit.”
Jackie didn’t speak for a long time. She stared out the door of the stall. Then she turned her head back to him. “Okay,” she asked reluctantly.
“When do we leave?” Michael turned to the Keeper.
Jackie slapped the back of his head. “Right now. Get aboard.”
Michael rubbed his head. “That hurt,” he said as he climbed up on her back.
She rumbled out of the light.
“Good luck!” called Ralph after them.
“Wait!” Michael turned and called back. “What’s going to happen to the rhino?”
He couldn’t hear the reply.
They didn’t say anything as Jackie walked slowly down behind the reptile house. Her ears were spread out and listening. The gate swung open at a brush of her trunk. Michael was impressed. A secret entrance.
“Check it out.”
Michael slipped to the ground and peered through the bushes. No Boys. He signaled and she followed him, pushing aside the branches. She knelt down and he climbed back up. They listened. Nothing. She started walking up the hill.
Jackie was quieter than he’d imagined. She walked with only a soft, deep padding sound.
She stopped at the edge of the road. “Where to?” she asked in a low rumble.
Michael leaned next to her ear and whispered as quietly as he could. “Don’t talk. I’ll tell you where to go. Go to the right down the road. Then, when you go over the bridge, walk down to your left. That’s where the highway is.”
Jackie nodded abruptly and he could tell she wasn’t pleased that he should tell her to be quiet but she didn’t say anything. He figured he’d get an earful if they made it down below the river.
Michael looked around and listened. It was in the middle of the night. He couldn’t smell a fire. Sometimes the Boys built a fire with the contents of one of the old houses. They drank whatever hooch they could find—raiding other gangs if necessary—and fired guns into the air and shouted at the moon until dawn. That would have been ideal. If Michael and Jackie were seen by the party, they would be seen by drunks.
No fire meant one of two things. Either there was no one around here or they were out hunting. A bunch of hungry, desperate, sober Long Bottom Boys was about the worst news Michael could think of. There was no hint of sweetness in the air—no mushroom festooned corpses indicating the site of a battle. That was good. The Long Bottom Boys were big on ceremonial mourning and they killed anyone they found. There weren’t many left in Saint Louis but not so few that the Boys couldn’t find someone to kill and then ritually stand over while the mushrooms returned the corpse to the earth.
Michael sweated every foot of the walk to the highway. But the night remained silent.
The highway here was level with the ground, but after a mile or two it rose to a grand promenade looking down on the ruins of the city. Michael whispered to Jackie that now was the time to run (quietly!) if she could.
Jackie didn’t reply. Instead, she lengthened her stride until he had to grab on to her ears to stay on her neck. He looked down and saw the riotous dark of her legs moving on the pavement.
There was a shot behind them in the direction of the park. Jackie stopped and turned around. They saw a flash and a dull boom. Then, gradually like the sunrise, the glow of an increasing fire.
Oh, Michael thought hollowly as he stared at the tips of the flames showing over the trees. That’s what was going to happen to the rhino.
“Come on,” he urged. “People are going to wake up. We need to get near the river before they start looking away from the park.”
The road curved around the south of downtown and then north to reach the river bridges. They could not see the river below them as they crossed but they heard the hiss and rush of the water, the low grunt of the bridge as it eased itself against the flow, the cracks and booms as floating debris struck the pilings.
Then they were over it and traveling south, the flat farmland on their left, the river bluffs on their right, the road determinedly south toward Cahokia.
Dear Mom,
We reached Cahokia a little before daylite. We could tell we got there by the sign on the highway. I wasnt tired at all. But Jackee was. It must have been hard work walking all that way. Heres something intristing. Eleefants cant run. Jackee told me. They can walk relly fast but they are to big to run.
Jackee still doesnt like me much. She doesnt talk to me unless its to get help figuring out where we are. Mostly she can figur it out. But she needs my hands. I figur one of these days shell leave while I am asleep. So I sav things when I can.
She says we’re going to Tenesee. Howald, Tenesee. There used to be eleefants there. She says she thinks they might be still there. If she doesn’t find them there, she’s going to try to get to Florida. It’s warm all the time down there. There’s lots of food to eat and it’s never winter. That sounds pretty good to me.
I would like to stay with her. She is big and pretty and reel strong. She doesnt talk to me very nice. I dont think she would protek me like Ned did.
I will writ agin tomoro.
love, mike
Michael was surprised that they saw no people in Cahokia. The farmlands he had been thinking of were bounded by weeds but, other than that, looked as if cultivated by invisible hands. They saw no one. The only sounds were the spring birds, the river and the wind. Every few steps they could see a little mound of soil. The mushrooms had all dried up and blown away but these mounds still marked where someone had died.
That first day, when they made camp in a hidden clearing, Michael discovered that Ralph had planned for him to accompany Jackie all along. There was a tent, sleeping bag and all manner of tools: a tiny shovel, a knife, a small bow and arrow, the smallest and most precious fishing set Michael had ever seen. In a flap cunningly designed to be hidden, he found a pistol that fit his hand perfectly. Next to it, separated into stock, barrel, and laser sight, was a high-powered rifle. A second flap had ammunition for both, exploding and impact bullets in clearly marked containers. Michael stared at them. He suddenly realized he could take down an elephant with this weapon. Ralph must have known that. The implied trust shook him.
“What did you find?”
Michael realized she hadn’t seen the guns. The pistol was no threat. He pulled it out and showed it to her.
“Do you know how to use it?”
“Yes.” He replaced the pistol. Next to the weapons were Jackie’s vitamin supplements along with finely labeled medicines and administration devices that only a human being could use.
Jackie snorted when she saw it all laid out.
Michael looked at everything, sorted and arrayed in front of him, for a long time. He wondered how long they’d be able to keep such treasures as this. He realized he might need the rifle.
Occasionally between long stretches of young woods and tall fresh meadows, they saw a few manicured fields that were laid out so ruler straight that the two of them stopped and stared. These, Jackie told him, must be tilled by machines. No human or animal would ever pay such obsessive attention to details. But no machines could be seen, and even these meticulous rows of corn or soybeans were frayed at the edges into weeds and brambles.
Even so, as tempting as a field of new corn was to Jackie, she was unwilling to chance it. Machines were chancy things, she said, with triggers and idiosyncrasies. Even negotiating with Ralph had been difficult when it went against his programming. Better to wait until they found an overgrown field down the road.
Jackie had no trouble finding food. It had been a wet spring and now that the sun had come out, the older and uncultivated fields sprouted volunteer squash and greens.
They fell into a routine. In the evening, they agreed on a likely spot and Michael took the harness off of her and set up camp. Michael was afraid she might step on him while she slept, so Jackie slept off a little ways from Michael’s tent.
At first light, Jackie went off to find her day’s sustenance. Michael made himself breakfast out of the stores Ralph had left him. He tried his hand at fishing in the tributary rivers of the Mississippi and gradually learned enough to catch enough for a good meal. He tried to eat as much as he could in the morning. It was likely they wouldn’t stop until nightfall.
After he had eaten and before Jackie returned, he waited, wondering if she would come back.
She always did. She eased herself down the bank and drank, knee deep in the river.
Jackie was always impatient to get started and stamped her feet as Michael repacked the harness. Then she made a knee for him and he climbed aboard.
Always they went south. Always as quickly as Jackie could. Hohenwald first, since that was where the elephant sanctuary had been. But continuing south after that, if she didn’t find them. South, she told him, was warm in the winter. South had food all year round.
Michael was amenable. He felt pretty safe. He was well fed. He’d learned the trick of riding Jackie and enjoyed watching the river on the right slip smoothly ahead of them and the land on the left buckle and roll up into bluffs and hills.
Spring turned warm and gentle. Michael felt happier than he could remember, up until they reached the spot where the Ohio poured into the Mississippi and the bridge was gone.
They stood on the ramp of Interstate 57 looking down at the wreckage. The near side of where the bridge had been was completely dry. Stained pilings that had clearly been underwater at one point rested comfortably in a grassy field. On the far side, the remains of the bridge had broken off a high bluff as if the whole southern bank of the river had slid downhill. The river narrowed here, to speed up and pour into the slower moving Mississippi. Huge waves burst into the air as the rivers fought one another. They were over a mile away from the battle, but even from here they could hear the roar.
“The earthquake, maybe?” muttered Jackie.
“Earthquake?”
“About eight years ago the New Madrid fault caused a big quake down here. Ralph told me about it. The scientists had expected it to hit St. Louis as well but the effects were to the east so we were spared.” Jackie shook her great head and swayed from one side to another. “How are we going to get across now?”
Michael looked at the old atlas. “There’s a dam upstream near Grand Chain Landing.”
“Look at the bridge!” Jackie trumpeted and pointed with her trunk. “It’s just a sample. Look at the river. The dam is probably gone, too.”
Michael looked upstream. “We’ll find something. We just can’t go south for a little while.”
Jackie just snorted. After a moment, she turned slowly toward the east.
Dear Mom,
So far we still haven’t been able to cross the OHIO river. I think it was even bigger than the Missspi. Even at night, we can hear it rushing by. Every now and than, something floats by. Today I saw six trees, a traler and an old house float by. Jackie says it’s becawse of the flud upstreem.
I can tell sumthing is bothering jackie. She hasnt been as mean lately. Its not just that we arnt moving sowth. It is sumthing more.
Love, Mike
As Jackie predicted, the dam was gone. Perhaps the Ohio, powered by spring rains, had ripped apart the turbines and concrete. The ground trembled as the water poured over the remaining rubble.
“Now what?” Jackie said in a soft rumble.
“Could you swim across?” Michael asked doubtfully. “Can’t elephants swim?”
“Look at the water,” Jackie said shrilly. “No one can swim through that.”
“Then not here. How about where the water doesn’t run so fast?”
Jackie didn’t answer.
Michael stared at the map closely.
“There used to be a ferry in Metropolis. Maybe we could get a boat.”
“A ferry?” Jackie turned her head and looked at him out of the corner of her eye. “I weigh in at six tons.”
Michael nodded. “A big ferry, then. Couldn’t hurt to look. It’s just a few miles up the road.”
“A ferry,” Jackie muttered. “A ferry.”
The center of Metropolis clustered around a bend in highway 45. Jackie and Michael followed the signs down to the docks. The shadow of the broken Interstate 24 Bridge fell across the road and in the distance they could see the...
