not acting like the savages some people think we are. I, for one, would like to have some say in our government.”
He sat for a long moment gazing out over the horizon. “The next meeting is Tuesday evening at seven. I’ll get you in, but after that you’re on your own. Come to our house at six-thirty.”
She put her hand on his arm. “Thank you. I won’t get you in trouble, I promise.”
He gripped her shoulder. “I worry about you working for the Americans, but I do agree with you about wanting to have a say in the government.”
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Early Tuesday morning, Sarah rapped on the stage door at Golden North. Kata opened it and bid Sarah to come in. “Are you sure this is all right with the Shafers?”
Kata nodded. “I explained I was helping you in undercover work, and they agreed to anything you needed.”
“Be sure to thank them for me. And thank Ivan for the use of his truck.”
Kata led her to one of the dressing rooms, then picked up some items. “Take everything off. I’ve got all male clothes for you, right down to the underwear.”
Sarah inspected the drawers. “I hope these aren’t Ivan’s. He’s quite a bit bigger than I.”
Kata giggled. “No. I went on a special shopping trip for you.”
Sarah finished removing her clothing and slipped on the drawers. She pointed to her breasts. “What have you got for these?”
Kata handed her a heavy linen corset. “I’ve modified this to become a binder.” She put it over Sarah’s head and pulled it tight against her chest, then started tightening the laces in back.
The flattened linen material squeezed Sarah’s breasts against her chest. “Should it be that tight?”
“If you want to look like a fellow, it does.”
When Kata finished, Sarah had a flat chest with just enough of a roundness to suggest muscular pecs. Sarah pulled on work socks and a man’s undershirt. Kata brought in a wrapped parcel and a pair of worn boots.
As she unwrapped the package, Kata explained, “I got these from the church charity basement, because it won’t look like a new outfit. That would raise suspicion. You can probably stuff the boots with this tissue.”
Sarah nodded. “Good idea.” With the Levis, flannel shirt, and boots on, she turned to Kata. “Well―?”
“Something’s wrong. Too flat in the pants.”
“What?”
“Here. Roll a sock up and put it in the front of the drawers.”
Sarah’s cheeks burned as she did so.
Kata gave her the critical eye. “Looks right. Now, sit in the make-up chair.” As Sarah did so, Kata stretched a large sheet over her clothes. “I’ll fix your hair. Since you have a bob, it can grow out fast.”
Sarah stared in the mirror, while Kata brought out the comb and scissors. Kata parted Sarah’s hair on one side and proceeded to cut it very short. The vain woman in her gasped in horror, but this had to be done.
Kata cleaned off the cut hair when she was finished. “Luckily, our men aren’t very hairy like the Americans, but we have enough to give you some finishing touches. I’m going to use spirit gum to attach some of the hair to the back of your hands and wrists, and some on your face.”
Afterwards, Sarah stood and gazed with horror and fascination at the man in the full-length mirror. “Kata, this is unbelievable! Thank you!” Sarah pulled on a stocking cap.
Kata hurried her out to the stage door. “You’d better be going if you’re going to make Angoon by six-thirty.”
Sarah climbed into the truck and hit the ignition button. She’d learned to drive a truck before she went into law enforcement, because it might be needed. Now it was. She headed over the bridge that crossed the channel and caught the road to the west side of the island. She’d have enough gas to get to Angoon but would have to fill up when she arrived at the docks there.
Avoiding the deep ruts in the ancient road bed, Sarah saw the harbor village of Angoon in the distance. A quick check of her watch let her know she had
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