Cannibal Gold by Dixon Chuck

Author:Dixon, Chuck [Dixon, Chuck]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Science Fiction, thriller
ISBN: 9781642028423
Amazon: B086V1B3N9
Goodreads: 53506329
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2013-09-10T07:00:00+00:00

THEY LED HER AND Miles down to the beach, their hands bound with thongs and pulled by leashes tied around their throats. Miles was sobbing and could not stop himself. Caroline was numb with fear and dread. Behind them, two hunters pulled a travois across the sand bearing a cargo of Phillip’s head, legs, and arms covered in a swirling haze of flies. They’d left the torso behind. Miles told her later that he witnessed the dismemberment. They held him so he couldn’t turn away. Phillip was alive but unconscious as they chopped at him with obsidian head axes. The lead hunter poked the torso that remained with a stick, jabbing at the yellow Batman symbol and speaking in a low voice. None of them would touch the shirt to remove it even when the leader slashed at them with the stick and snarled orders. They finally left it behind.

Batman was bad mojo to them.

At the village, the entire tribe came from their huts and fires to gather around Caroline and Miles. The settlement was a messy expanse of huts that roughly followed the shoreline. It looked like it could house thousands. The squatty hominids cooed in wonder and barked with a sound Caroline later came to recognize as laughter. They poked at their unwilling guests with sticks and fingers, and the children dared one another to rush forward and brush hands across their clothing and skin. The children were shooed away by the adults, and all grew quiet.

The crowd about them parted and a man painted all in white stepped up to them. He wore a tall feather headdress of what looked like goose and heron plumage. It was decorated with stones and shells, and he wore many ropes of necklaces of the same type. Some of the stones were dull yellow. Others had been polished to a sheen.

Gold.

This shaman, as Caroline guessed he was, also wore some amulets crudely hammered into animal shapes from unrefined gold ore.

The shaman waved a rod over them. The rod was capped by a gourd with pebbles within it. It made a rattling sound as he moved it over Caroline and Kemp in complicated ritual gestures. He hummed tunelessly as he did so with eyes pressed shut. He then turned his attention to the travois and its gruesome cargo. Squatting, he reached out and touched the fabric covering Phillip’s severed legs. He raised his fingers to his nose and sniffed. He turned to the others and hissed a phrase that drew a gasp of awe from the crowd of squat, naked men and women.

Caroline studied their captors. They looked less than human. Their skulls had a pronounced brow ridge, with disturbingly large eyes set deep over flat noses and obscenely broad mouths lined with pickets of black teeth. Their shoulders were wide, and their spines curved forward. Their feet were longer and narrower than was normal, and their fingers ended in knobbed, calloused tips with thick nailbeds. The ears were smaller and set farther back on the head.

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