Ghost Town (The Ghost Files Book 6) by Chanel Smith

Author:Chanel Smith [Smith, Chanel]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2015-05-26T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“Where did he go?”

Ellen stood up in the bow of the boat and turned in every direction. She had kept a steady eye on Archie as he poled his boat through the bayous. Though he had sometimes disappeared around a bend, she had always been able to relocate him as we followed him through the twisting and turning channels. However, the channel had come to an abrupt end and Archie had seemed to sail right on through.

I stood and looked around as well. Prince John stopped poling and the boat slowly glided up onto the sloping bank in front of us, stopping abruptly as it scraped onto dry land and nearly tossed me onto my head. Regaining my balance, I looked up at his smiling face and crooked eyes.

“De brake work jis fine, Mister Drew.” The deep chuckle was eerie in the misty moonlight. “Maybe we should go see what on de utter side, no? Is no problem a spirit go tru dis rise, but is no way dis living pirogue go tru.”

“How are we going to do that?” I was hoping he wasn’t going to answer the way I thought he was going to answer. “Is there another way around?” I looked from Prince John to Ellen expectantly.

“Ah, no, Mister Drew, we have go on de lan’. No dout dey an utter channel on de utter side.”

“You want us to walk through the swamps?”

Ellen didn’t say anything, but I could tell that she wasn’t any more eager to step out of the boat and into the thick tangle of tree roots, bushes, vines and rotting stumps than I was. There was no telling what sorts of creepy crawlies or worse were lurking out of sight and waiting for an opportunity to sink their teeth into our tender flesh.

Prince John hopped from the boat and into water that came up to his knees. He moved toward the front of the boat and motioned for us to step forward onto the bank. We looked at each other and took the tentative steps forward that brought our feet to rest on the mossy bank. Once we were out of the boat, Prince John gave it an aggressive tug and pulled it further up onto the bank.

“Come on. Is probly not far to de utter side dis rise.”

Ellen and I stared into the dark tangle and hesitated.

“Mister Drew, ain’ no gator o serpen’ gonna bodder you out der.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I tell dem no to bodder you an’ you missus.” It was a simple explanation.

I’m not sure why I trusted his explanation; perhaps it was because something down inside of me believed that he really could talk to the alligators and snakes. The result of his encouraging words, however, quickly became reality as I began to follow him through the tangle of vegetation in front of us. I could hear Ellen tagging along behind.

Even though we were taking our time, my feet got tangled up several times in the vines and branches that hung low to the ground in the darkness.

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