Duel Nature by John Conroe

Author:John Conroe [Conroe, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: cookie429, werewolves vampires demons wendigos, Kat, Extratorrents
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Leaving the hospital took longer than it had any right too, but there was nothing suspicious about the delay. Simply the standard bureaucratic world of modern medicine. Don’t sue us for this, take that at your own risk, guarantee the bills with your soul, and thank you very much…next.

Brett and Kelly left ahead of us, promising to make sure things were ready. Gramps was uncharacteristically quiet, not even protesting our fussing. Now in his defense, only an idiot would protest to having Tanya coddling him, but it was more than that. He was worrying away at some thought, tearing it to pieces in his standard manner. I kept an eye on him, not liking his silence overly much.

We drove Gramps home in the Coven car, Stewart following with his assistant and several others in a big black SUV.

The farm was quiet when we got there, just the dogs, Sherm and Shep, greeting us, although I sensed eyes watching us from the wood line at the field’s edge. The Pack had adopted Gramps and his workers, and patrolled the land against trespassers, two-footed or four, natural or supernatural. The dogs had learned to tolerate the werewolves that lived next door, but they actively liked Awasos, probably because they had known him since he was a pup..er..cub..whatever.

Len was out, overseeing the other hands as they took care of the little dairy farm, but I radioed him on the one of the Motorola walkie-talkies that everyone carried about the place. Gramps was really fine, and now that he was home, his normal spark reappeared and he stopped letting us take care of him, disappearing upstairs to take a shower and shave.

I made coffee then started cooking. I was starving, the farm crew would be in for an early lunch soon and I knew that Adine, as a were, would be hungry as well. The farmhouse was old, but the kitchen appliances were modern commercial grade. The big fridge yielded the better part of a cooked ham, a big block of New York sharp cheddar from the Amish farm down the road, and several loaves of sourdough bread. So I whipped up some pan fried Panini sandwiches(eating three myself as I made them), broke out bags of chips, cracked open a big jar of dill pickles, and restocked the fruit bowl that lives in the center of the kitchen table’s giant lazy-susan. Our farm house used to have a dining room adjacent to the kitchen, but Gramps ripped out the wall and made one big room of the two. A huge old rough-hewn harvest table filled half the room, with two big benches on either long side. We could seat eight to ten without bumping elbows and could squeeze in another three or four if we got close.

Gramps came downstairs almost exactly as Len and the other three hands came in, followed by Gina, Stewart, and Adine. Gina had taken the Director and Adine for a tour of the little farm. Awasos appeared, apparently ready to exchange forgiveness for some fatty chunks of ham.

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