Lifting the Sky by Mackie d'Arge

Author:Mackie d'Arge
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Bloomsbury USA Childrens
Published: 2009-10-17T04:00:00+00:00

That afternoon clouds gathered and hovered like spaceships over the badlands. Pot and me, we squeezed through the fence like old pros. It was late, but it was the longest day of the year. We had oodles of time before dark.

Ravens exploded from my tree as Stew Pot loped up the hill. I picked up their gift of a long blue-black feather and stuck it into my pocket. I had my feelers out for Shawn as I climbed, but they only picked up my tree. I was glad. Today I just wanted to sit on my hill and think.

I’d searched through the old encyclopedias and found out that the word “ley” was connected to light, or to a meadow open to the sun and therefore filled with light. It said that the ley lines were series of straight lines that linked all of the Earth’s various landmarks into a network of ancient tracks. So I wasn’t the only one who’d ever seen them. Maybe I really wasn’t plumb out of my mind….

The lines had reminded me of the bluish white light that streamed out of my fingers. As I’d loosened the fence wires up on the hill I’d noticed a faint, cool, smooth-feeling energy pushing up against my hands. So even if I could only see the lines when the light was just right, I figured I might be able to feel them if ever I wanted to explore this some more. Those lines had to mean something.

I sighed. For sure the lines led to special secret places. I’d probably never get to explore them, since all I’d seen just happened to be on Indian land….

The ley lines were long. I wondered how far my own light could reach. I stuck out my hands and pointed my fingers toward the badlands. I concentrated as hard as I could on making my light stretch out farther and farther. After a while I could see the light from my hands stretching out in a line toward the horizon.

I was so intent on waving my hands about and watching the light that I didn’t hear Shawn come up behind me.

“You doin’ some kind of sign language?” he asked.

“Cripes!” I yelled. “You ’bout scared the living daylight outta me!” Then I slapped my hand to my forehead. Ohmygod! Living daylight was what I’d just seen!

“What kind of sign language was that?” Shawn asked.

“None of your business,” I snorted. “Maybe I was just talking to the hills and the trees. Maybe I was signing to those alien spaceships hovering over the badlands.”

Shawn didn’t answer to that. He twisted his mouth in a smirk and reached down and scratched Pot’s ears. Who of course acted as if he’d never gotten a pat on the head in his whole entire life.

“What do you do all day out in the hills when you’re not busy sneaking up on people?” I snorted. “You and your horse. What’s his name?”

“Tivo. We just ride. Look about.” Shawn scratched at the dirt with the toe of his boot and then reached down and picked up a rock.

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