Indiana Jones and the Unicorn's Legacy by Rob MacGregor

Author:Rob MacGregor
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Indiana Jones
Published: 2013-03-05T16:00:00+00:00

Shannon had just poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down when the kitchen door opened and Rosie greeted him. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

"Like a block of sandstone, Rosie. Ten hours. Must be because Indy's gone."

Rosie's long black hair was tied in a braid and decorated with green ribbons. Her dark Navajo eyes gazed down her aquiline nose. "Why do you say that?"

"Oh, I don't know. Sometimes when I'm around him, I get the feeling the roof is about to fall in."

"Does he have lots of accidents?"

"He has a way of attracting trouble. But don't tell him that or he'll tell you that I'm the one who draws the troublemakers."

"Maybe it's both of you, when you are together."

"No, I don't think that's it. We each manage to do it on our own, too. Cup of coffee?"

She shook her head, then noticed the Bible on the kitchen table. "Do you read it?"

"All the time. Well, not really, but I was looking up some passages last night on unicorns."

She pushed up the sleeves of her colorful, patterned sweater and started cleaning up around the sink. "In the Bible?"

"Sure. You want to hear what I found?"

Rosie picked up the broom and started to sweep the floor. "Okay."

Shannon sipped his coffee, and flipped to one of the pages he'd marked. "Let's see. This is Isaiah thirty-four, verse seven. 'And the unicorns shall come down with them, and the bullocks with their bulls; and their land shall be soaked with blood, and their dust made fat with fatness.'"

"What's that mean?" she asked. "It doesn't sound good."

"Well, it's about something that happened a long time ago." He turned to another page, and cleared his throat. "Here's another one. 'Save me from the lion's mouth; for thou hast heard me from the horns of unicorns.' That was Psalm twenty-two, verse twenty-one."

"Why are you studying these words about unicorns?"

"It's a long story. Here's another one. Psalm ninety-two, verse ten. 'But my horn shalt thou exalt like the horn of the unicorn; I shall be anointed with fresh oil.'"

Rosie turned to face him. "I don't like this. Please stop it."

"Sorry." Shannon closed the Bible. "If you don't want to believe in unicorns, that's all right with me."

Rosie nervously wiped the counter. "That staff has caused much evil. It'd be best if Mara just left it alone."

"You know about the staff?"

Rosie set the broom down and leaned against the counter. "Of course. It was here in this house, you know."

"Do you know what happened to it?"

She nodded.

Shannon could hardly believe it. "Where is it?"

"Hidden away. The man who bought it from the pawnshop is a healer, a medicine man. Some people call him a witch, but I've seen him heal. He saved Smitty's life. He said that staff was killing Smitty and that I had to get it away from him."

"Sounds like he wanted it for himself."

"No, Aguila wanted to take the evil from it."

Shannon had no idea why a unicorn's horn would be considered evil, but that didn't matter.

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