The Riverine’s boring west, downriver from our staging area halfway between Skamokawa and Cathlamet, at its cruising speed of about thirty-five klicks. From what Argent told me, it’s water-jet impellers can boot it up to three times that speed at full emergency power, but at the moment anything more than cruising would draw a lot of attention we just plain don’t want. Standing, I can see over the combing that leads to the upper deck, built on top of the main cabin, past the gun position. The gun—a Vanquisher minigun, very nasty—is currently unmanned and safed, its multiple Gatling-gun barrels pointed at the sky, but I know there’s a crewer poised to put it to use at a moment’s notice.