Ghost of the Karankawa by George Wier

Author:George Wier [Wier, George]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781512274738
Google: BtGJzQEACAAJ
Amazon: B00PBF0ATK
Goodreads: 23601390
Publisher: Flagstone Books
Published: 2013-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I dreamed that Julie was a card in a Tarot deck, and I—who was also a two dimensional card—lay facing her. A great hand lifted me from her and laid me beside her. We could no longer see each other, but I knew she was there. The large face looking down upon us was, at first, Cathy Baha’s, but she soon drifted away from the table on which we lay and Evanston’s visage took her place. Evanston smiled, and there was an evil glint in his eye. His hand descended toward us—

—And I awoke to the new moon. It was low in the night sky. I felt sand beneath my right hand. A pungent smell filled my nose and fear gripped me. I felt a warm cloak against my arm and turned my head to find that it wasn’t a cloak, but instead a silvery torso. The fear ratcheted up about three octaves and I felt the urge to spring to my feet and run. I lay there, trying to breathe, and as I did he let out a deep, long and slow breath. The Old Man was sleeping. I heard the distant white sound of waves crashing onto a beach and I sniffed. Aside from the Old Man’s odor, which was strong, there was the smell of the sea.

I began to relax, and as I did, a sense of peace rolled over me, a serene clarity of time and place as inexorable as the sea. I closed my eyes.

I drifted away from my body and was borne up into the air. Below me was the moon shimmering on the Gulf, and spread across the inland blanket of darkness were many dim and distant lights. I thought of Julie and sped toward her. She was there, nestled somewhere within the little cluster of lights. I slowed as I came to the town and wafted through the wall of the hotel as if it was no more than illusion. She lay there on the bed, sleeping. I knew that I should attempt to communicate with her, but had not the slightest clue as to how to do so. Then the answer came to me. I reached out a hand of nothingness and touched her face. She turned from her side and lay on her back. Her eyes fluttered open and she sat up in bed.

Honey, I thought to her, come to me.

Her mouth formed words, but I couldn’t hear them. I was pulled upward from her, arced through the air for miles, and fell back into my body with a shudder.

“Don’t go wandering off, Bill,” Wolf said.

“Wolf,” I said. “What the hell?” Wolf was silhouetted against the moon. In his right hand was a dead flashlight and in his left was a paper sack.

“I’m just getting back.” Wolf said. “Glad you could rejoin the party.”

I sat up, but the Old Man continued to sleep.

“What happened?” I asked. “I remember shooting. Are either of us wounded? If I am, I can’t feel it.

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