Land of the Dogs (The Colter Saga Book 5) by Joel Baker

Author:Joel Baker [Baker, Joel]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Family Saga, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction, Dystopian, Sagas
Amazon: B00WMOF93A
Published: 2015-04-23T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

The sun had just risen when Molly first heard the beating drum. She joined the others standing on the porch of the Center, listening to the thunder of the drum beat. Dalton and James looked at each other and nodded, retuning back inside to get dressed. Molly looked down at Jessica and Max standing by the railing. Max was looking intently in the direction of the sound.

“What does Max think of all this?” Molly asked.

“He thinks you should tell whoever is beating the drum to stop,” Jessica said.

“Does it hurt his ears,” Molly asked.

“No,” Jessica said. “It makes him want to kill something.”

Molly looked closely at Max and saw subtle signs that the transforming was beginning to take place. The gums began pulling back slightly from his teeth, his back arched, and his neck began to extend slightly. His eyes began to fill with blood. Shannon came out on the porch half dressed, just waking up.

“Who’s making that God awful racket?” Shannon asked, sleepily.

“I would have to guess the Lakota,” Molly said. “Jessica, get Max into the center, and keep him there. Shannon, you get a couple of horses saddled. Now hurry, both of you!”

Molly raced back into the bedroom. She saw James slowly pulling his pants on, yawning. She grabbed her pants, pulled them on, and tucked her nightgown in as she raced for the barns. Shannon was on one horse and held Molly’s horse by the bridle.

The two women lashed their horses as they raced toward the sound of the drum. They were barely able to avoid low hanging limbs and were jumping over fallen tree trunks.

“What’s going on?” Shannon asked.

“It’s the drum,” Molly called back over her shoulder. “It makes the dogs begin to transform.”

As they approached the edge of a large clearing on the border with the Lakota, Molly could see perhaps ten or twelve people standing in a line behind a man rhythmically beating on a massive drum. The drum was perhaps three feet across and four feet tall. It was decorated with shells and feathers.

The two women burst from the underbrush and trees, startling the Lakota standing in a line behind the drum. Shannon pulled up just beyond the line of trees, jumped from her horse and looked back at the line of trees, holding both her arms up in the air.

Molly raced toward where the man, head down, continued beating the drum. As she drew near, Molly pulled up hard on the reins and slid to a stop in front of the drum and the man who had been pounding on it.

“For the love of God,” Molly cried. “Stop beating that drum!”

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Cass had been beating the drum for about fifteen minutes. They’d decided that he would stop after a half hour to give the people living with the dogs, time to respond. He was looking down at the head of the large drum, concentrating on maintaining the beat. He heard a gasp from the others behind him. When Cass looked up, he saw two women burst from the line of trees on the far side of the clearing.

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